A Poem of Dancing Burden

© akka b.

Sink now into your heart Dear One.
You've been riding the shoulders of your own calm
These strange and heavy days; climb down.

Release yourself of the burden that is you.
Allow thyself - dissolve, 

Into the calm and strangest place;
The most wondrous of every place, by every magnitude.
You've been dancing around the calm,
These strange and heavy days;
 

Now is time for letting...

The    Calm    Dance    You.

The Kissing Waves

I'm worlds away from you

Worlds from the heaven we once tasted on our boat of open seas

The kissing waves rocked all sense from me

And I became glued to the freedom bestowed in this convergence

I'm stomping mad about that

Being glued to something so timeless

Uncontainable

This world away from you, right here

I will never know how to love less than this


*

what i really love...

What I really love is morning fire.

Stacked pillows and shades gently drawn.

The candle lit is not the fire of which I speak.

But, it is reassuring.

In this foyer of intentional resolve, I find a way to sit. Rest.

Before the day-fire begins.

I begin.

I get to.

Intentional loving is what I really love.

The candle lit and burning sage and a shawl draped ever so, simply.

What I really love, is how meant to be...

This love is meant to be.

Nothing further.

kissed.

 

kissed

........

The warm bark, I did.

 With my inside thighs

Gratitude.

  

 For demonstrating how to hold, 

  When wind blows 

   

 Losing twigs 

  Has little measure

 When trunk is so naturally...  

 Tenacious.

Definition of a Drunk Love Heart #1: as told by akka b.

 Photo by Asha Tyska Mclaughlin

My own heart walks toward me... my very own heart.

Sprawled across decades. My decades. 

How can I explain

The enormity of these encounters...
And what it feels like to watch your own heart walk toward you?

Imagine the moon comes to join you for a midday lunch.

Imagine the sun meets your eye as you cross in a hall. 

AWAKE.
Like when a tree falls outside your bedroom window;

The breaking sound - the way the house shakes.

When summer sky gives birth to
Thunderstorm... that all over feeling.

A sense of transparency - someone knowing you too well. 

You can't look at them, but you can't look away. 

How can I explain?

What happens when the universe falls all over you.

The Whole Universe.

To describe it like a plane landing in your front yard would be weird, right?

How can I explain

What it's like to see your whole heart outside your body and walking toward you?

And realize it.

Realize what can't be explained.

I Actually Don't Know Anything About It

 ...except that sometimes I feel it under my eyelids, on my lips, inside my chest, wedged between my pelvic bones, toes, quivering fingers and sort of fixed in this invisible bouncing, bubbling, blanket of light. But other than that, I actually don't know anything about it.

whole world in my...

The only thought I had was to cup my hand...


i found you
sitting in it
dancing a little
pouting some

Weaving gardens in the sand.

Between wrinkled creases, you traded rubies for goblets of lovely wine.

but

Having grown restless with excessive drink,
you scaled my lumpy fingers to improve upon your view,
and caught my eye.

My eye, being three times larger than your head,
must have startled you - like a dream,
because you vanished.

Only to return when light grew dim.

So you could hide behind my thumb,
so you could look without being seen,
so you could hope I wouldn't notice.

YOU.

With sandy toes and ruby garlands.

but what is love?

When I close my eyes I see one extraordinary gossamer thread woven many billion times around the Earth. Threaded through our heart source, it links every one of us - to every one of us.

By this luminous silken line we share impermanence, permanence and the allusive concept of time. Past present and future exist here, but simultaneously. In the weaving and the woven, all information is stored. Our hearts - the button holes, by which we are sewn into the Grand Design.

The thread that makes us human.

When I close my eyes I hear every cry - near or far,
resounding, whispering. Tears fall and we all cry a little.

The love line tugs.

When I close my eyes I feel every euphoric boom of laughter
filling, completing us - making the world more light.
Every line etched deep within our skin, a gift.

Recognition - we are all the same.

Painted with prayers.
Strung like jewels.

By One Extraordinary Gossamer Thread.

SACRED

SACRED GIVING
SACRED GRIEVING
SACRED RECEIVING

*

Perfect disorder

Rides the heals of order

So we might know the way of whale

The way of Star Bird

The way sun gives itself to moon
And moon gives itself to night
And night gives itself to
One-sitting-still

Still

Dip below the storm
Let the sea take you
Let the sea heal you

Lend yourself to the masterful play of light

Out-of-Order

Into order

Into

Light

MOON FALL

Somebody let the moon loose in here.

Echos below my breastbone,

between my breath,

unexpected.

Well, expected.

Illuminating space.

Oh my gosh there is SO MUCH SPACE!!!!

With what shall I fill it?

Or

For what, shall I let it be?

Deeper

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Intimacies

Photo Credit: Asha Tyska Mclaughlin

I will share one secret and then I will go to sleep.

The secret is that I like to go to sleep.

I can converse in fluency

with

The Intimacies

The

Intimacies

The Fluencies

and

the

deep

Firefly

FIREFLY They don't like their picture taken, so be prepared to make your own.

But,

WARNING:

Fireflies are not just Flying BUGS.

There are millions and millions and millions of ways to see...

FIREFLIES

and sometimes
they are
just.
illumined
buzzing
twinkling
loving
looking
bouncing
believing

flying * bugs

(Let me know if you see some :-)

yes, a bath

a salt bath

a sweet bath
an everything in between bath
a warm bath
a dark bath
a scented candled heart bath
in the bath
for the bath
gonna get messy clean bath
see the bath
be the bath
the warm and full

Love Path
  
  *

 Bath

obsession

i want to wash my swollen feet of tiny gravel
i want to brush graying tangles from my hair

the twigs that I bed down on, have not yet left the tree

but I need to leave the tree
and I don't usually ask, but this one time I'm gonna ask...

tuck me in tonight
light
make it better than okay
i was kidding about wild stuff every time.

does it always have to be so rambling, wild like and far?

far into night without a pillow?
far into night with breathless chase?

tuck me in tonight, light

with better than soft sheets
better than good rest
better than what I can do

and gentler

Inside of Me

Inside of Me

the

Universe

*

Velvet Midnight
tosses light against resting lids
and
waves of bliss zoom by

*

Can I say orgasmic?
Would Jesus stop laughing?
Would Buddha open his eyes?

*

Orgasmic

*

That's all I have to say

Let this be the Night

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The Unconditional Love Tactic.

Put the fire here:

I’ll take it like that.

If that’s what it takes to keep me breathing.

Regeneration

Unremitting devotion

To the reckless awakening

Of my best

Most deliberate

Me

The unconditional love tactic.

Surprising
Predictable

And sitting in my chest

Beneath my skin

Below my ribs

Above my sense

Burning

Clearing

So the rain can fall

And new life can find its way.



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