Saturday reading Rilke

I have felt the extremes, the joy, grief, and fear that are filled with human concerns.

What I want most is to take the beauty and power of life, untwisted and natural life, unaffected life,within myself and to watch it cover the feet of those who approach my shores. 

Then, the power of their lives  washes over me and their inspiration becomes again mine.

In The End -New Edit

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In the end it is not who we will love that is our choice, only whether or not we are willing.

In the end it is our acceptance or denial of what we are that defines our lives.

Even in denial, our bodies are etched, into images of our intentions.

In the end our bodies are maps, indelibly marked by the paths we have traveled;

our strengths and scars, historical documents,
marking our journeys through folly and fate.

In the end, as in the beginning, what is most precious is the presence of companions, and of certain love; 

to ease our fears as we begin the journey into a world as yet unknown.

*Please give me your feedback on this edit so I know whether or not you think it’s an improvement, or takes something away from the original.

Warrior

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Violence is an odd thing,  
so many who enact it
are certain they are victims.

Angry, they strike those
that they perceive have something,
something they deserve, 
but is denied to them;
by those that judge them unworthy.

As if they had spoken of their needs,
as if Love was an obligation,
as if they were entitled, 
but had been deliberately cheated.

They demand that we see them,
that we forgive their violence
knowing it was only a cry of pain
inflicted by our inattention.

I would have seen you gladly
had you been here,
had you been open,
had you dared to trust. 

If only you had accepted
my need to do what felt true
without assuming that anything 
I had not offered,
was a declaration of your inadequacy.

Perhaps if you had been courageous enough to feel,
opened your heart widely enough to notice your own beauty,
 you would have come as a friend, rather then a thief;

contributed to what we could share,
rather than attempting to destroy all that you wanted, but imagined you had been denied.

Now that you have shaped your isolation and rage,
enacted it that you might see it,
named yourself anathema;

Now it is true, I will not save you,
nor carry your anger on my body or in my heart.
Know that having come to no harm,
in an instant you could.

I am the Owl and the wolf.
I see through your darkness,
guard you though you are unaware, and separate you from the pack until you are well.

I will oppose your violence 
with eyes that know no fear,
with strength that has no end,
with love that knows your heart,
And holds your soul sacred.

In the end if you sicken beyond healing
I will give you a piece of my heart and the tears
that are the price of sending you home.

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Accretion (1st Edit)

Each heart, like every chrysalis, must break,
its transformation complete.

Like a field it must be harrowed, deep furrows in hard earth,
broken to embrace new growth.

Waiting, unsure, winter seared, until; Spring’s first warm days when all life stirring wakes.

I let the growing beauty guide my feet, and bearing water, sing my dreams to blooms.

Every scent and shade infused,
eyes opened by beauty’s silent roar.

Content in knowing, that when at last I fall, my gathered grace returns to fertile soil.

This, in truth, is love.
Life undefined by need, born of water, spirit, earth and Sun.

Through such as I is all great beauty bred; passed on to fragrant air the blessings pour

giving to they who pass of dying less, leaving for each who comes; of loving more.

Glimpses

Between recognition and the impulse to act, Like moonlight between clouds;

The illuminated space between recognition and response.

Before my certainty is tainted by doubt or my mind tries to force order,

Within the beauty of stillness and untainted perception,

Before judgement, contentment, or catastrophe;

a purity of presence, as yet un-circumscribed,

at rest, at one, again.

Accretion (Easter in Progress)

My heart, like every chrysalis, must break,
freeing new life its transformation done.

For, Like a field it must be harrowed bare,
the hard earth broken to embrace new growth.

Waiting, unsure, winter seared, until;
Spring’s first warm days when all life stirring wakes.

I let the growing beauty guide my feet,
and bearing water, sing my dreams to blooms;

of every scent and shade, infused with faith,
the certainty of beauty’s silent roar

Content in knowing, that when, at last I fall,
my gathered grace returns to fertile soil,

that this is love, life undefined by need,
born of water, spirit, earth, and Sun.

Through such as I is all great beauty bred;
passed on to fragrant air the blessings pour

to reap, from each who pass, of dying less,
and leave, for each to come, of loving more.

Kara –  A true story

The joy of feeling, at last, joy
lost young, 

through a life’s work regained,

was shining in my eyes.

You touched them with your gaze,

warming in ancient remembrance.

I gently turned to leave alone

to spare the cost I would not pay,

But you were braver than you knew

and chased me when I tried escape

And heated me with honesty;

that I would give you more of life

than ever I might take away.

So simply was I undermined

my solitude revealed as fraud,

my trust returned in taunting lines,

that ran as tears along my face.
Despite the fact that you have fled

Across the land unto its end

When all you sought was granted you

And proved more than you expected.

I keep the gift you left with me

I need not ever choose between

the beauty of your company

And being true and truly me.

So lover let me call you friend.