In the late hours of
the evening
with screaming, crying,
and labored breathing
Hands of
lightning zinging,
the Mind
busily working,
yet drifting
still disassociating
along the trestles of my bed.
The sway and bounce,
bustling, and teeming
the radiance
of Life,
silently quelling.
Apis, a Monarch
reduced to worker
reduced to slave
eviserated to
gangly being,
a ghost
invisible
along the trestles of my bed.
Once upon a time
where feet once
dangled,
gilded and laud;
where shadows met contours
embracing their
stage;
a juncture of
movement and space.
A silken body draped
in satin
and candle lit spill,
enchanted
by the rhythm
of breath
along the trestles of my bed.
Within satin sheets
and dimly lit
walls bound
by universal
secrets,
unwritten or whispered.
Holding the mysteries,
betwixt and aligned
of rapturous
revival
and static, idle nights
shrouded
along the trestles of my bed.
Thrashed and wasted
spirit and heart
waiting, wanting
for a portent
to warm, to heal
to know all is not for naught.
In the broken
starlight,
with detached eyes
through disheveled hair,
the waft of cloves
and burning
cigarettes
clouded
along the trestles of my bed.
Waiting,
Ever
Waiting
along the trestle of my bed.
In the twilight hour
of the Sun's gentle
rising, the wind's light caress
finds defeated brow
in hand.
And, the susurrus of
sweet, balmy dew
echoed
a fire kindling,
for love and hope
that is
only found
along the trestles of my bed.
© 2014 DNKG Cigarettes in the Night
It is but in the recesses of my heart and mind from which true inspiration speaks. Come for the topics. Stay for the content. Create with discussion.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Let Creation Set You Free: Cigarettes in the Night
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Sunday, September 14, 2014
The Challenge of Forgiveness: Inspired by Craig Taubaum & Co.
An open call on the High Holy Days,
On
an eerily quiet morning, as neighborhood dogs slept and birds kept safely to
their nests, a song began in my dreams and carried into my consciousness:
“Forgiveness, forgiveness, even if, even if, you don’t love me anymore.” Don
Henley’s 1989 hit coursed through me. Family lore spoke of the power of dreams
and lessons attaching themselves to us upon waking, and openness was key to
deciphering the code.
Fumbling
through the mix of psychology textbooks, clinical progress notes, to-do lists,
and gooey substances upon my nightstand I found my iPhone. I was greeted by
seven missed messages from a male colleague, whose company I enjoyed fabulously
on a number of occasions. His tone was frantic, content angered, and feelings
dejected. I couldn’t hide behind the dark curtains of my broken reality
anymore. It was time to peel back the layers and reconcile.
Inhaling,
I called and was greeted by silence. When he talked I listened, admitting that
the mirror he held to my soul revealed a connoisseur for “The Game.” Begging
for vindication, he cut my soul, “Wow. It took you this long?” Click. Pause.
Silence. I scarcely see the morning of that bitter sorrow, but from time to
time, I hear his virulent malice not granting my release. It’s that moment of wanting
release that chains me, shackling me to memories of his charm, wit, celestial
balance and life philosophy.
The
greatest gift given by growth is awareness. I became astutely aware that I was
responsible for forgiving myself. That no words from a man, woman, or even from
HaShem would heal me. Forgiveness begins with pure intent, transformation comes
through facing fears, and healing starts when we give ourselves permission to
do so. Action is required.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Let Creation Set You Free: Spontaneous Release
Plunge
Throw me in the fire
Let the embers glow
Pitch that match
I won't scream
See the Maven
Endure...
subsuming the
warmth from which
I dawn
©2014 DNKG
Throw me in the fire
Let the embers glow
Pitch that match
I won't scream
See the Maven
Endure...
subsuming the
warmth from which
I dawn
©2014 DNKG
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