Only Love

I am not going to struggle any more...

with the doubting of another,

with questioning another's authenticity or truthfulness.

I am not going to subject myself to interrogations or opinions of those who need to blame and find fault.

There is plenty of that in the world, like nasty weeds near a majestic oak or a harvest ready.

Sure I have subscribed to that chaos in my humble life.

"Take as needed ," the directions said. So I did, until this day. I have decided the old pills of primary programming, are killing me.

So if you wish my friend, as I free my self to trust the medicine  

in the glorious offerings of each moment,

if you wish…

I will walk with you along a shore or in the woods or along a silent street and as our busy thoughts drift upward to join the vultures riding the

thermal waves… I will meet you, in the experience of being.

I shall witness all that we are and releasing that also to drift upward

because I realize my thoughts and assessments reduce this sacred experience... of Love... indefinable, magnificent, trusting... living and dying in each breath.

I love you, I love you all, like our Sun loves to shine.

I shall, until my final breath, hold you tenderly in the Heart,

the place we all 'know' when we are still enough

and quiet enough to really feel.

I meet you there.

I meet you there.

From my heart to yours,

Suzette Marie Laux, April 29, 2012

Firebird

Going No Where

Sometimes I feel like I am going nowhere.

I think about that, my life measured by a collection

of rocks and feathers...

A while back Jim said, “Come on, lets go out to No Where.”

I hesitated, then I thought, “Why not,

I should bravely and consciously investigate

this 'not' place and see what it is about."

We arrived after a journey through green pastures and winding roads.

They were magical miles with many memories steeping through the

leafy trees, riding on rays of starlight that presumptuously infiltrated my pupils

to find their way to my rods and cones…

and I succumbed to the meeting and the electrical impulses

that traveled along boney back.

So I became ready to see with old eyes opened new,

to the reality of going no where.

I found cars and a bar and many stars that spangled the brains

of the belonging.

There were assorted cylinders and venders and ruthless avengers...

the stories sought and bought, a market place of mistakes and retakes

and a sign that pointed to a truth.

I wondered why I was no where, this moment, when a smiley face

answered in this case and I couldn’t help but smile back.

So we took a hike, to see what we like, getting to know one another

in great appreciation. We asked the questions and listened

to the answers.

Twas not the words we heard, more the melody.

I watched him hang upside down and I felt, that was just right…

for him.

He reminded me how we manage through mischief

and lead with laughter.

I told him, that he was greater

than he knew.

We shared a long genuine hug, then touching my heart

I said to him,” No Where is Now Here,” and he smiled.

To Begin Again

Risen

Hell Of A Race

Hell is a place where laughter swells

orienting toward combustible bells

torrents of artesian wells, disrupted.

And after the host inhales the fumes,

memories seared with beautiful plumes,

rest in Oxford ties about the neck, encrusted.

The Devil arrives carrying a well worn deck.

“Draw a card,” he delightfully dares,

a twinkle in his eye as our draw prepares...

to take from his hand, seeing no other choice.

Pray for the Joker so we can rejoice...

Yes, life goes on, the tics abound,

clocks and stocks rewound and rebound...

And we light a cigar, fat and sweet,

only to have it put out on the souls of our feet.

Integrity and love and Trust is preached.

The whistle blows as the starting line is reached.

We run side by side in our little slots,

contemplating betrayal the most horrendous of plots.

Never mind the folks who laid their bets on us.

Imprisoned in the stands, it is in our finishing, they trust.

And while we glare at the rabbit, all the while resenting

There in the stands our loved ones presenting...

Trust in us to finish the race,

with a full heart and a measure of grace.

See, we were not chosen, no we volunteered,

so toward a better Destiny this ship could be steered.

Broken

Here i am again,

face to face with nothing...

mirrored reflections,

vacant eyes.

I ask,"How did you arrive here... yet again?"

In stark silence,

no latitude, no laughter,

caught in the final crack of a falling leaf,

broken, yet again...

Set free.

Virtual visions of impending stories,

I take a break from myself,

solace in my disappointment,

allowing myself to reorient to Truth.

Gods loving hand outstretched...

waiting patiently for my return

to the loving Grace that envelopes me

and still sets me free to wander

through the sandcastles of time...

I have come to trust the crashing wave

that leaves me homeless, once again...

from fanciful dreams ... a contrived version

of this eternal belonging.

O God... Hold me, I am home.