Strange Words – poem

There you are.
Standing right here.|
I miss you.
Standing here,
talking strange words.
I miss you.
Strange words,
telling me plans.
I miss you.

You speak of dreams
and dream of things
that go a million ways.
There you are.
But where is you?
The you, I know you are.

There you are.
Standing right here.
Talking strange words.
I miss you.
Strange words,
telling me plans.
You speak of dreams
and dream of things
that go a million ways.

There you are.
But where is you?
The you, I know you are.
The other you,
the different one.
The one that makes two ONE.

From Love’s Longing

Walking through the Dark Places – video

It is our deepest hurts which have the power to help and heal us. What else carries an internal fire big enough to force us forwards? What else has the momentum to wake us up? What else has enough pain to make us long for something better? What else will drive us into the waiting arms of that beautiful, invisible life-force which yearns to help us? What else will teach us to feel the love which has no betrayal; the love which seeks only good? Naturally, most of us feel uncomfortable with intense emotion. We do not know how to deal with fear, sadness, and anger and so we repress them. Continue reading “Walking through the Dark Places – video”