As Effortlessly As Rain

I sit remembering the girl I was;
small, spindly, speck my Father spawned,
and tears fall as effortlessly as rain.
Not from a roof of regret,
but a canopy of trust.

She took the road less traveled to be sure.
Where two paths converged
She always followed the song bird
singing from trees
where beneath few feet had trod.

I sit remembering the girl I was;
a fleeing, seeking cloud of a child,
a tiny tornado of dust blowing wild
forward movement on the breath
of some great angst and destruction.

I sit remembering the girl I was
with the perspective of aging and its
gifts of so called wisdom;
You know there is absolutely nothing
that doesn’t have a flip side,
Nothing.
There is no positive that can’t turn negative
with the errant flip of a coin.
There is no negative,
None
that can’t set the stage for immense good.
In the end we see it is all of our choosing.

My Mother never knew the gem she birthed
because it had not been polished by the years
before she faded....
I remember her and I remember the girl
encrusted in a shell constructed of layers
of generational pain, gestating a pearl.
A holy stone tucked against a rock of faith
beneath a sea of uncertainty......
And tears fall as effortlessly as rain.

Women and Roles

Nature assigned women a very special and unique role, she also infused us with great power, but it is so different from the power of men. It is receptive and transforming rather than forceful and aggressive.
As we evolve it seems the boundaries and borders of the sexes get a little more blurry, and we dabble in each others roles giving us more understanding of that which is "other".
Today's woman is a metamorphosing secret in a soft fist of possibility.

DO YOU EVER

Do you ever really think about how once a spirit has touched us, really touched us, we never really lose the connection. It is as close as our photographic imprint of remembrance.
People cross our path all the time, some touch us, and some we touch. We are never quite the same as before we met along the way, for we leave our imprint on each others soul and impact its growth and enlightenment.
It doesn’t really matter what level the relationship is on or even if its in the physical reality. People of words relate without bodies. Some of you I will not forget and some of you will not forget me, and we may never see one another. But something about you that transcends time and space and age and status connects us in the silence of our words. Some of us hear each others depths, vibrate to each others song, inspire each others poem. It is the depth of peoples touching, not the length or the means. It is resonating we do with another spirit , the simpatico of recognition, the comfort of understanding, or the apparent conflict so full of hidden jewels of meaning that it spews forth love for those worthy of the fight.
Death and parting are not endings, they are changes in the way and form of relationship, but relationship goes on. Love does not die and spirits live on, we never really lose someone we have touched, someone we have loved.....they are as close as our photos of remembrance, their lingering scent in the very air we breathe, their touch, where our skin suddenly feels warm, as if spread ever so gently with warm melted butter left out in the sun..................