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Love's Reflection, Love's Light

Love's Reflection Looking into these eyes gazing back so lovingly, seeing all that I am, all that I can be, staring at the reflection of love's light remembered so effortless I recall, the light that always was. It's the love that I am, the love that you are. It's the love that is, was, has and always will be.       --by Rinda --7/7, 12/14/06; 4/27, 5/08/08          (entered by MayarOwl)

Love's Light When love is set free, the light of the soul is revealed in all its wonder, in all its glory. When the light of the soul, the light of love is released, the heavens rejoice for another has come home.

Soles kissing

She whose feet have flown fleeing
need not leave soles of feet unkissed,
for she whose feet have flown fleeting
hath been seen sixty feet up in warm mist

playing and dancing in glee and glist
in soft woods above cabin where none see,
but one onlooking whose lips' passion kissed
soles of flying feet upon every part and pea.+

A twister of rope joins heavier one in soft thunder,
frothing on larger mountain top gently seething,
and sleep beneath eyelids from deep under
begins to see pen writing, softly breathing . . .

   --11/22/07

Megalomania you say…

     [‘Eye in the Sky’ courtesy of Tiig Ig (Keith Vanderwees)]

You have no idea, with what
few words I could disturb your
very ‘foundation’ of ‘sanity,’ leaving
you, ever unmoored from any reality.

But I stay my hand for sake of
His vengeance, not my own;
for your soul was not mine made
and cannot be unmade, not

by this hand that holds gently
most precious love, faith and
that which’s only for the abased,
the greatest exaltation of all…

…on His return for those who’ve
loved hardest, with faith among many
wolves, vipers and those you’ve duped.
“Pah!” you say, but I stand at your peril…

…in intimacy of His vengeance,
in sweet company of His love and
patience for your certain end, yet
only a few years away now…,

…by special order…, of hate your own.
                           *selah*

--RK, 11:30pmEST, 11/4/2007

Like the Blob . . .

. . . it looks to cover the planet,
penning every heart to read
or lose to rain+, uncaring.
This place of bloggetry,

next stage of poetry which
dried up in dust of culture,
become irrelevant in debauchery,
who call unto dance+,+ & destruction . . .+

"White bird in a golden cage" . . .+
"Hurry high, butterfly" . . .+, +

   --10/5/07

All our lives and . . .

. . . no caring leaders; heaven shine your light down.
I'm not the only one, I hope, but
someone's next and won't know it.
Can't help them against advancing avalanche
of utter hate and murderous hearts . . .

I want to help, but you have to really hurt for it,
heart panting hard in deep desire for what's real,
of things not physical, emotional, even mental.
So then what's really real . . . ?

. . . only that which deepest desire for truth
can find, because nothing less is wanted
of what the world has nothing of . . .
in no care at all of truth it hates . . .

in deepest, hateful passion against few . . .
who have deepest hearts of caring and
compassion none can follow without hurt
of love and desire for nothing less than . . .

. . . truth, no matter what, and . . .
. . . no back doors here . . .+

   --10/23/07

Depression calls . . . ,

tears well up. I try not to answer . . . ,
knowing I'll spiral down again . . .
Here it comes..., can't help it . . .
Gotta' move..., gotta' get up . . . !

But it won't let go. Panting against tears . . . ,
hoping it won't go any lower; and then . . .
I remember helping my friend when she
couldn't help herself at the very bottom.

Seems like giving in is easier.
I know better..., but sigh in relief,
tears still rolling down, then
I think of you reading this . . .

Can you possibly see it, the panting . . . ,
the catching of breath against it?
If you understand, I do..., and . . .
if not, I can't help you . . . ,

but there is One Who can, Who
brought me up from even further down,
before, than I can tell you..., without . . .
Be glad you don't know,

because I prayed for you while
there, not knowing I'd rise . . .
to help anyone who could be helped,
against the scourge . . .

depression hauling you down . . .
for reasons I can't tell you . . .

      --10/10-11/07

Closing rank

Perhaps you know already of the sorrow,
unshared so long, sent on webbed wings
as bread upon waters, with little return.
I didn't want to hurt, but to break hearts,

that joy may be seen beyond the veil
few this life will look unto.
Hoping you'll see the desolation & turn
away toward the broken heart you need to

break yours in the best way, making sure
your joy'll never be lost in this life's dead end.
Close ranks, heart to heart, joy sharing joy,
sorrow sharing sorrow, tears gathered of Heaven.

Found greatest joy, and deepest sorrows,
learned to walk razor's edge between, overcoming
with faith sure enough to be carried unto
third Heaven, next on to new Universe . . .

. . . by arms of Whom sorrows knew best.


      --10/5/07

Without warning . . .

. . . I shared bi-polar anguish seven years.
Didn't know Jimi Hendrix, only the music.+
First wife couldn't be understood;
decades later second was best friend,

then understood perfectly, in deepest anguish,
worse than being mangled in a wreck.
Now I know I was drawn to them, because
I'd seen deepest sorrow, and highest joy, within.

Concerned to draw another, I stay myself;
but hold not back compassion, for theirs
is greater than yours, though you think not;
their love, too, deeper than you may want to know.

By sorcerous potions, drawn away suddenly, under
spell of lithium+, paxil/prozac and a dozen other "sundries."
We best friends, then lost of each other,
love of closest friend ever, gone . . .

. . . in distant haze, doctors and family uncaring . . .
and faith lost of compassion between dearest friends.


      --10/5/07