- Prologue25 years agoSee meFeel meTaste meTouch meHere and gone and here againLiving, dying, born againMoving, flowing, ceasing, stoppingFlowing, going once again.See meFeel meTouch meHeal meI Want To RememberI Want To RememberWhat weight feels like when one ( I )
take it — Walking — leg muscles, feet,
knees, lower back, neck.What the breeze feels like.What tears are.What the heart, The Heart, opening
feels like.What a falling leaf doesWhat a falling leaf does when it hits the, lands
on the, water.Melancholy Music
Love Tenderness
Fullness Strength
Completion PowerHow to reach outHow to overcome grief
reticence
uncertainty
shynessI Want To RememberGodSelfand MaryWalking with the breath
Breathing
Sunlight
WhyWhat comes next after you’re ( I’m ) ( We’re ) done?You I We / You Me Us / You’re I’m We’reOona Mia singing — Clear, clarity, crisp,a sharpness without being sharp.The high notes, the upper atmosphere.
Sleep
Eat
Drink
Love
Not necessarily in that order.
[ If you could have only one,
Which would it be? ]How to bridge the gap — especially
and stay unexpecting, not needy.How to tolerate the space, thatambiguity, that uncertainty.The Heart opens
— not easily
— not without paina creaky door
unused
The ______ space — not dark— not
— blank
— but more than blank.The space between the silences.Tears as joy.
The Transformation.
Like “Chaos” to “Order”.
Pain and sorrow to sublime joy.
Quiet, rocking gently on little waves.From active and powerful ( to some, frightening )To present and presence and quiet and powerful.*******************************************************************A Letter to My AngelHow was it I did not know you were there?Did my mother rock me or was that you?Did you breathe life into me when I could breathe only enoughto survive?Did you revel in my play?Yet watch close by?Surely you were there at Khe Sanh!And brought alive the Nature Spirits in that dead place as you didwhen I was a child.Am I ready, now, finally, to receive you? Or will I still try to hide?Those times where you had to stand by me, only to witness andnot intervene. Were those times also hard for you?Did you whisper in my ear? Did you witness in my dreams?Somehow I got through!Somehow we got through!Authentic MovementAt night.In a dreamless state, awake.Looking into the dark andInto the dark spacesUnseen in my soul.My Guardian Angel, yes you, there last year,Just behind my left shoulderBut unseen.I go back in time, 1 year, 2, 5, 10, to age 3.The silhouettes, the hints of the patternsLightly sketched, etched on the photographic plate of my soulTo slowly be revealedWhen submerged in the liquid of movement.I am touched.So that’s where this liquid life emergesthrough the fountain I used to call my eyes.Another answer given to a questionnot yet recognized.And the lifting of the veils continuesIn this protective womb.And the fountain flows.Open CircleIn the end was the lightCirclesRollingRisingDownIn – Inward – IntoHeart exposed, pierced,Into pain, Into tears, Into birth,Welcoming pain,For without the pain,there is no healingAnd without the healing,there is no feelingAnd without the feeling,there is no life.I am dead, I am dying, I am death itself.Master of all, Master deathandMaster all.I am a Man and I welcome the pain,for it tells me I am aliveand I live.God, pierce my breast, tear it openReach in, match my painand heal me.Poems submitted by Gregg Grandson
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