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You have taken my heart as a hurricane takes the sea,
heaving it ever upward as it displaces the floor below.
A storm that strips the sands of time from the shore
until it glistens and smoothes
as it awaits yet another surge to wash over everything in its path
and suck still more into the unsated mouth of the Tempest.
You have taken my soul as the mistral takes the mighty oak and dares
test the strength and length of its roots into mother earth.
A howling hurling wind so forceful that it challenges,
tempts and beckons the oak to hold fast, yet not break,
as it resists and equalizes the pull.
You have taken my mind as thunder takes
conscious thought and obliterates it with the sound of its fury,
allowing nothing further to penetrate until the last roll is beyond comprehension.
A rumble so intense that nothing can exist inside of it
as rippling pulsations overcome the senses
and leave me suspended in its eclipse of thought.
You have taken my body as fire takes its way with a forest and strips it
of the massive density that once shielded itself and contained it.
A flame so hot that nothing can challenge its dominion
as the flash renders each tree naked and open
as the embers heat the ground below.
A spark so constant that the whisper of movement
creates yet another flicker that leaps from its source,
making certain it has consumed each fiber until it is spent.
You have entered my very core and overwhelmed it
with your love, your passion and your depth.
We belong to each other now as surely as the
stars find their home in the heavens.
How can it be any other way
now that we are eternally entwined
and destined to this love we share?
CB
After A While...
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesnt mean leaning
And company doesnt mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses arent contracts
And presents arent promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a habit of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns you if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
Veronica A. Shoffstall
The Invitation...
It doesnt interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for and if you dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesnt interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by lifes betrayals.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without being careful or realistic or remembering the limitations of being human.
It doesnt interest me if the story you are telling me is true
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day
and if you can source your life from Gods presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes!
It doesnt interest me where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesnt interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesnt interest me where or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder
Sonnet
When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to no one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this mans art and that mans scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heavens gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That I scorn to change my state with kings.
William Shakespeare
Letting Go
To let go doesnt mean to stop caring;
it means I cant do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off;
its the realization that I cannot control another.
To let go is not to enable
but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another;
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to effect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective;
it is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my own desires,
but to take each day as it comes
and to cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become whatever I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.
Unknown
Maturity...
Maturity is the ability to control anger
and settle differences without violence or destruction.
Maturity is patience.
It is the willingness to pass up immediate pleasure
in favor of long-term gain.
Maturity is perseverance,
the ability to sweat out a project or a situation
in spite of heavy opposition and discouraging setbacks.
Maturity is the capacity to face unpleasantness and frustration,
discomfort and defeat, without complaint or collapse.
Maturity is humility.
It is being big enough to say, I was wrong.
And when right, the mature person need not experience
the satisfaction of saying, I told you so.
Maturity is the ability to make a decision and follow through.
The immature spend their lives exploring endless possibilities and then do nothing.
Maturity means dependability,keeping ones word
and coming through in a crisis.
The immature are masters of the alibi.
They are conflicted and disorganized.
Their lives are a maze of broken promises, former friends,
unfinished business and good intentions
that never materialize.
Maturity is the art of living in peace
with what we cannot change,
the courage to change what we know should be changed,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
From Ann Landers...Undated
New Light In Old Windows
I crouch, the outsider,
tapping on windows
thick as clouds,
whispering syllables of light.
I sound like the wind, soft,
like nothing human.
What I see through these windows
are the stubborn patterns
of television, old habits, old jokes
--And my fingers like the nub of erasers
try to change that.
My eyes shine in like flashlights.
Look, try this, open up...
I am outside looking in,
as bodies move like clouds
behind the shades.
I want your clear attention,
your eyes, your held breath,
your world of glass.
David Bissonette
NATURAL HIGHS
Think about each of these simple things
BEFORE going on to the next one.........
Falling in love.
Laughing so hard your face hurts.
A hot shower.
No lines at Wal-Mart.
A special glance.
Getting mail.
Taking a drive on a pretty road.
Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
Hot towels out of the dryer.
Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!)
A long distance phone call from an old friend.
A bubble bath.
Giggling.
A good conversation.
A quiet day at the beach.
Finding a $20 bill in your coat from last winter.
Laughing at yourself.
Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
Running through sprinklers.
Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
Laughing at an inside joke.
Friends.
Accidentally overhearing someone say
something nice about you.
Waking up and realizing you still have
a few hours left to sleep.
Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
Having someone play with your hair.
Sweet dreams.
Hot chocolate.
Road trips with friends.
Swinging on swings.
Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree
while eating cookies and drinking eggnog.
Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
Winning a really competitive game.
Making chocolate chip cookies.
Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
Spending time with close friends.
Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.
Holding hands with someone you care about.
Running into an old friend and realizing
that some things (good or bad) never change.
Watching the reaction on someone's face
as they open a much desired present from you.
Watching the sunrise.
Getting out of bed every morning
and thanking God for another beautiful day.
I believe that friends are quiet angels
who lift us to our feet,
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly....
Pass this along to people you love or care about...
Or, just pass it on because we all need
to be reminded of how good life is and will be!
Most Beautiful Heart
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town
proclaiming he had the most
beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart
for it was perfect.
There was not a mark or a flaw in it.
Yes, they all agreed...
it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud
and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd
and said...
Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.
The crowd and the young man looked at the old mans heart.
It was beating strongly but full of scars...
it had places where pieces had been removed
and other pieces put in...but they didnt fit quite right
and there were several jagged edges.
In fact in some places there were deep gouges
where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared...how can he say his heart
is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old mans heart
and saw its state and laughed.
You must be joking, he said.
Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect
and yours is a mess of scars and tears.
Yes, said the old man. Yours is perfect looking
but I would never trade with you.
You see every scar represents a person
to whom I have given my love...
I tear out a piece and give it to them,
and often they give me a piece of their heart
which fits into the empty place in my heart,
but because the pieces arent exact,
I have some rough edges, which I cherish,
because they remind me of the love we shared.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away,
and the other person hasnt returned
a piece of his heart to me.
These are the empty gouges...
giving love is taking a chance.
Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,
reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return
and fill the spaceI have waiting.
So now, do you see what true beauty is?
The young man stood silently
with tears running down his cheeks.
He walked up to the old man,
reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart,
and ripped a piece out.
He offered it to the man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering,
placed it in his heart and then
took a piece from his old scarred heart
and placed it in the wound of the young mans heart.
It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore
but more beautiful than ever,
since the love from the old mans heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side....
(Unknown)
America
I believe that America is the noblest idea
of who we can become...
It is a dream of infinite possibilities...
And the endless hope that each of us can overcome
what is darkest in us all.
America is an ideal
we struggle to find the door to.
America is a silent prayer
that lives as a promise within our hearts.
America is a strength and the character
that abides within the soul of a nation.
CB 09-11-2001
The Treasure
Twas you I asked to be by my side
Twas you that held my head as I cried
I needed a friend so loyal and true
Then you came to me from out of the blue
So strong was your being you took my pain away
No more to sit inside on a rainy day
You brought sunshine to my dark skies
A song to my heart and beauty to my eyes
I'm forever in your debt I cannot deny
To not have you here would be as if I died.
Donna Boyer - 09-11-2002
Dream Lover
I talk to you in dreams
All night when I fall asleep
I hold you in my arms
And dream youre mine to keep
I feel you move I taste your breath
While dreaming under the covers
You gaze intently while I share
The reason we are dream lovers
By day I live with emptiness
Unloved, unwept, unseen
By night my empty loneliness
Is shattered by your dreams
When I awake your laughter
Still lingers in the dark
Its so easy to forget
Were only a dream apart
So when you fall asleep tonight
All snuggled under covers
And closing your eyes you feel a kiss
It was thrown from the dream of your lover
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