In the wilderness

I like wild things and wild men.
The first phase: wild and dumb.
The next: wild and smart.
Neither lasted long but the cultivated and meek.

As if meek was an insult.

The gentleness soothes, weightless, peaceful but it doesn’t last.
They don’t last.

The wild streak jauntily awakens at the dawn of chance and change.
It leads to pathways of freedom and demureness be damned.
As am I.
As I am.
The difference is feelings. Feeling alive, not just breathing or existing.
After all that’s why we’re here for, to emote, to feel.
Breathe.
Exhale.
Life is not in a breath, the soul of existence.
Wildness is taste, visibility and touch.
How we touch!
We touched time.
We felt space.
Wrapped in feelings of being.
I like wild.
I like wild things.
Wild thoughts.
Wild people.
Wild kind.
You.

PS: I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s always been you.

“Wilderness is a place where the wild potential is fully expressed, a diversity of living and nonliving beings flourishing according to their own sorts of order. To speak of wilderness is to speak of wholeness. Wilderness may temporary dwindle but wildness won’t go away”. Gary Snyder

More than life

Kiss me like it’s the first time.
Touch me like it’s forever.
Let’s be our storm.
Leaving no parts untouched.
Bare, broken and vulnerable.
Hold me like the world is ending.
And tomorrow will never come.
Whisper wishes and truths,
that together will shake away fear.
We will be, you, me, us just for the hell of it.

My greatest sin

I let you in
Loved you even when
Then, now and in between
I could have had any other
But it was you
My summer in color
My heart aflutter
My world in flames
It is you I am after
Love is your smile
Love is your mind
From a distance or for a while
I still remember 
It all made sense 
In your yes and your laughter
Tumbling into feelings
Wanting and longing
I left everything behind, life and its dealings
Love is beautiful 
When I’m with you
Love is you
My greatest sin




“To love or never love at all”…they say.
May someday you realize how loved you are!

Intentional!

Someone said we ought not to refer to ourselves as empty nesters but launch pads. The wording is less negative. And I wondered why the world revolves around the word positivity to the point that any view that differs from theirs is said to be negative. Yes, in difference there is opposition but neither side is intrinsically positive, particularly when outside of absolutes.

Outside of absolute, all is relative. Whether is is our views, our moral code, our laws, our rulings and so on.

I have been in an empty hangar, walked around the desolate grounds. Barren of planes and people, there too is emptiness. A launch pad readies one to leave and another to be left behind. They are one and the same in a way.

The difference is in the intention. A pad is set up for the launch, all the plans, all the spending, all the preparations are towards one goal: to set free, to give wings, to allow flight. The understanding is that the plane, the bird is to leave.

An empty nester is simply left behind, as if leaving the nest though a possibility was really an after thought.

What do I make of your leaving you ask.

Oh! little bird I have yet to set you free nor ever will be able to, for wherever I am, as are you: in my mind, my thoughts, my prayers, my plans, my eyes you have and my goals.

For that I beg your forgiveness!

About love

Every day I learn something new about love. I am unsure whether I will ever know enough or everything about it.

There’s a place in my heart reserved for that which gives me peace and joy. In this place, all is well and even on days the world is falling all around me and it has, it does, often and too many times to count, I still feel it will be okay.

That’s what love does doesn’t it, it makes you feel secured. It recalibrates your senses, your perception and centers your being.

There’s so much I wish I knew about love. That’s what the old folks say isn’t it? As we get older, we realize there’s so much we don’t know and how we thought we knew everything when we were younger. Although I have to admit, the younger generation knows way more than I ever did.

I have always been a dreamer, a romantic, often seeing and living through rose colored lenses. That was a set up for bitterness, pain and sadness.

What I haven’t been able to find in people, in this place, my island of joy, my little piece of heaven as I call it, I found me. I found love.

PS: Heaven is a place. Love is also a place.