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.

I MARRY MYSELF

my

dearly

b.

loved

take my hand

I arrive at this altar 

apprehensive

Terrified 

to say the things 

I'm about to say:

   




Please love me, 

             hold me, 

     

                             Never let 

            me 

                         go

I'll 

be 

leaving 

my 

tears 

with 

you

Promise to remind 

me of beauty 
my soul

Should ever I lose sight of 
my deep significance

 

 I'll be letting my dreams 

                               on you;

rouse you

 Promise to laugh

at my conviction
Only when I pass

under shadow
of doubt

I share my 

Passion/



 fruit

Stay

Even when it feels 

too precious; 

too breakable

Please stay - in the believing land

    I trust you

I pray you trust me too

Trust

Willingness. Laughter. Invention. Enthusiasm. Intelligence. Humanness. Holiness. Half-baked. Full-baked. Unripened still. 

my

dearly

b.

loved

gathered in me today

hold my hand, love my heart, say you will...

love yourSelf.

i love mySelf.

marry yourSelf.

i marry mySelf.

promise

i promise.

i do.

*

Photos by Raksha Boiteau

if you want to make poems... pray.

© akka b.

If you want to make poems; pray 

Pray quietly, pray out loud

Pray because your spirit depends on it

Pray because you deserve to be heard

And you deserve to hear 

Forces unseen

Seen

Intelligent

Laughing

In prayer we come to know where hurt is born, where dreams are born, where obstacles live, and that grace always lives

Make time to speak to yourself

To listen to Self

To understand the language of what can't be scheduled,contained, controlled, contrived 

Pray.

Because that's where poems are made 

Where heart is heard

Where heart is asked

and love remains

THE LOVE FIRE

 

THE LOVE FIRE

Under my bones tonight, firelight, the Love Affair.

Take my paper skin, iron fist, wanting eyes. 

Leave no mess of me.

 If you take me, leave no mess of me.

 No poems of me, no question. me. 

 I give myself to the always fire.

 The always light that leaves no trace.

Make me ashes, leave no trace.

Less than dust. 

Make anything that keeps me from my Love Fire...

Less than dust.

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


*

As I Walk Away

Rest your tender cheek in my open palm. 

Let me hold you for a time, so the world can pause her spell. 

Find a place we can lay that I might look longer at your eyes. 

I want to acquaint myself more tenderly with the colors you chose. 

The colors by which you see.

Dear friend, I will try to remain calm about all of this.

So even in your retreat you might keep my palm

...even, as I walk away.

worship

I fell into worship the moment I found myself inside your eyes

Drawing light from inside shadow
You cross rivers without losing breath
Untie words tethered to phantoms

careful, profound, unconcerned

I
worship
what you are

and how you came to be

dazzled by light
alive in a stroke of paint
still
in the belly of river

I watch

...as you worship, so you become

the thought, the essence
in form and furthermore formless

I watch

as you bow

I bow

to worship

is to become


the love you give

where to find IT.

Inside pages, under footsteps, without calling card.
Because of bathtubs, and candles and the bear.
For wanting, or For-getting or For-having.
this much.

Enclosed in envelopes, to keep, to touch a lot.
Breaking from tree, that had to let go of its twig.
Giving, clouds transfer thoughts via nations.
that's where.

Growing out of tears, dropped carelessly on night stand.
Sprouting colors, turn to words, blossom dreams.
Sharing, there is nothing more to do now.
becoming.

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?

my wealth is pebbles

My Wealth, is pebbles

and love notes strewn across this desk.
A candle - lit, says enough
and the beaded pouch hanging round my neck stuffed with - That Prayer.

My Wealth...

is invested in the ones watching from other worlds;
keeping tabs for me. That's right...taking care of my tab.

bowls full of sage

a bell

the book with worn pages

the dust I let stay

a sense of giving

Hungry Still

Craving still.

Knowing you know how to say what I’m thinking

Knowing you have already thought what I’m saying

Knowing that you are how I’m feeling

Hungry still.

Knowing you KNOW the pleasure I take in eating

Knowing you have already prepared me - MORE...

Knowing that you ARE what you’ve fed me

Looking still.

Knowing you KNOW my heart is with you

Knowing you know I COULD be with you

Except that I know, that you know, that I know, that I can’t

Or you can’t


Want what we already have


Except, we do

worshiping rocks

Oh yeah ~ yeah this is the ONE.

Its gotta be.

I mean look at the incredible baLance.

Large and solid

Beautiful contours.

Light saturating surface

yet so much character,

dark undercurrents - dusty texture

Not Going Anywhere, that's for sure.

yeah, this could totally work.

tender.

Sweep your love my way…

I’ll recycle the crumbs.

Drop my hat at your feet.

Catch your exhale.

please.

Allow me to trace your silhouette with my only pencil.

So I might never forget.

Your fragrance.

Glance.

Fingertips.

The smirk of you.

May I never forget the smirk of you.

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

God's Schedule Looks Like...

COLLAGE

G.O.D
Cuts and pastes
Tucks secrets in-between
Leaves them on
windowsills,
under pillows,
in low lying clouds,
the crotch of a cottonwood,
the belly side of butterfly,
the fragrant linger of Lilac...

Life is just a little roving art project
an afternoon dawdle
a slip of the paint brush for

The
Grand DAME,
Great ALMIGHTY

E V E R Y T H I N G

yup, just a little art project...

Let this be the Night

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I breathe in deeply…
You are that close to me
The push of air in me
Inside my chest


You are the wind in me
And outside of me
The rise and fall of me
The very best


Like infinity
You circle through me
The gentle god in me
And all the rest

Reconsidering Worry

Not afraid of You
or you
or
YOU

I know you want me to be
but I have smarter ideas for time

Sure the world might end one day
AND
Bricks might fall from sky

but does that make you beneficial?

I will die one day too ~ but not for giving you attention

thank you for calling

BUT

In these times, I am trying to be more spend savvy

and keep all large investments in...

my S E L F