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You became the shadow to my poem. I did not see it coming. Just makes me long for home. Her shelter now weather I must endure till it leaves my system and visits no more. Another person you love easily steps aside. Now I must decide. But I that’s my path. Truth was never hidden or gone behind your back. If for you connection can just walk away. I turn my heels again today, lift my chin…

Lord, I just love her. Thank You. She loves me in the beautiful way only she can, and I am grateful. For her ways. For her love. For her gaze. She brings me happiness. She brings me all the things that loving a woman is made of. A good and honest love. I’ve learned, laughed, and cried. Loving her is easy. Loving her is a rare gift, bringing my soul a deep sense of…

It’s hard to face the silence right now. The decision precedes the action, and resistance is keeping me up. Maybe that meditation is a friend, and possibly I’ve let it wait, knowing it’s good for me, while I do all the other things. Some are good for me, some not so much, and others I don’t fully understand. As the night passes and silence grows closer, presence seems to get further away…

When love is with you, present, when love is in the waiting room, and when love finds you through your own eyes… Your body responds. Your heart opens. In that moment, you wonder how you could ever have mistaken it for anything else. The tears roll out one by one, like proof that the programs are lies. My brain asks, “Why are you weeping?” My soul said, “Love. Love’s recognition of…

I loved when the universe was just you and Itucked away and protected.That’s all that existed. To rest right there with you,witnessing all that you are,where nothing could touch us,inside our own star. Our focus so deep,we rarely were two. I could feel every wordand ride on your laugh,take a trip in through your day,then a soft landing right backto the pillow below.Held as one in those brown,…

Something happened during an argument that taught me what love really was. I loved her and I studied that love. I studied how to treat it.I studied how to notice everything within it. I paid attention to her eyes when too much was too much.When she felt vulnerable.When she was scared.When she was happy.When joy opened her heart. I also paid attention to myself inside that love. I noticed how…

When I was young, I knew loss would come for me. I saw others, and I feared loss even though I hadn’t experienced it yet. I could feel it coming, like it had come for others. I didn’t know it was a changer of worlds, of perception, a connection to heaven. So intimate and raw that tears would soak my face, that my heart would shatter and be reborn. With every loss, I didn’t collapse. I…

Seems a contradiction. You can love her – but when there is something she must become aware of and want to change, even your love can’t go there, pluck it out for peace’s sake. Her pain from the past, the fear of loving or losing you, the isolation from comparison, the loneliness carved by loss — her heart as big as the sky. Even in the sending of prayers, The spending of time and…

Let it all go All the hate All the resent – the judgment. And let Love rise above it all. And – embrace all you love. Wrap your arms around me, Spirit, as I wrap my arms around all I love – my family, friends, and enemies. all of life. Raise up your palms. And let love rise Above it All.

My openness isn’t weakness; it is courage. When depth and rawness go unmet, where else is there to go? — When I tell you the truth, I am trusting you. When I say “too much,” so you don’t have to guess my thoughts, I am honoring the connection with transparency. When I recoil from a lack of reciprocity in depth, I am protecting myself without thought. When I say goodbye to a season, I…

When I tell you the truth, I am trusting you.   When I say too much so you don’t have to guess, I’m loving you.   When I recoil from coldness, I am protecting myself without thought.   When I say goodbye to a season, I am loving myself – and maybe loving us both.   And maybe, we will find our way back again.   What started in grace can still end in grace.   It is a great gift…

After sharing with friends I started to think of some similar things I’ve learned from many people, places and things. How the lessons come in, both new and old, heard in new ways. These teachings build on one another. Then I started to write. I see reflections of myself in you. I see my potential. I see my pain. I know so many are striving to grow-to walk through both the silence and the…

I’ve loved you for so long— Long before our eyes first met. Longer than this life, far beyond our last. My heart has carried love for you beyond this world, where time does not exist.   I must not diminish this love with thought, for thought only seeks to destroy.   What you intend is not my business, nor are your feelings about mine. So I send you endless love and admiration; I know…

I want to share a little about Kristy and my relationship. It’s something I don’t often try to describe, because explaining a bond of love, commitment, and spiritual connection in 3D terms never truly does it justice. You may relate to this. When I tell people I was committed from the day we met, it’s not that I never had moments of fear or running—but in hindsight, it means that since that very…

I can’t wait for circumstances or the world to give me permission to change. When someone experiences an illness, depending on its severity, the world may or may not grant partial permission to change patterns, take time off, or do things differently. But waiting for permission can also come in the form of people, places, and things—like waiting for money to arrive before you can be free, or…

I see you, Dad. I see you teaching me— your loss, your path. I search for the wider lens, from earth to heaven, trying to find meaning— how loss can still bring gain, how love can carry pain. I see you, Dad. I know you’re here. It doesn’t matter what year, doesn’t matter what we talk about. It mattered once— and now, it’s enough just to value you, to see you, until you’re watching…

You do not have to relive that experience. You have already lived it— felt it, endured it, survived it.   Do not dilute the moment by placing yourself back inside it.   See what is to be lived beyond that experience. This is new. You can only live beyond that moment now. Do not miss today’s experience— whatever it may be.   You experienced the pain firsthand, The moment it…