The gift with the golden bow

I didn’t know what to do with all the pieces… the bloody knuckles, broken teeth, spit, tears, snot, longing, anger, confusion, disbelief, and loving memories that will stay with me forever…  Then it came to me one day.  I could sum it up in one sentence.  I’m still in love with you despite the shrapnel of our undoing. All the pieces fit together and I felt comforted.   I found I could stand there with this thought and confusion gave way.  As God is all there is, and God is love; it stands to reason that that love is all there is.  I can see the face of God in you, therefore I can love you from afar…you too are the expression of  perfect love as you reside in the heart of God, and God resides in the heart of you.  This is the Divine Truth ever unchanging.  As longing begins to leave my equation, I can move on.  I put it all in a box and tied it with a golden bow and left it on the alter of my Father. Although the sadness remains and you will always be with me, I believe I’m free to love again.  There’s somebody who’s hand I want to hold and who’s lips I want to kiss. Sorry baby, I have to go now.

llore

Escuchame bien con oidos abiertos

con ojos abiertos

con corazon abierto

Escuchame bien, hombre

Ayer llore, llore, llore

Sin dejar

Llore por el pasado

Llore por el presente

Llore por el futuro

Llore por mis suenos perdidos

Y mi esperaza que se murio

Ayer llore, llore, llore

My Asana

I left my burnt offerings in my asana.

And then I crawled away,  and then I crawled away.