The Chinese believe
in a thin red thread
that connects everyone
to everyone else
they are destined to meet.
I don’t know that I
believe in the thread,
but I do believe in luck.
Red luck, green luck,
transparent luck. But
if there is a thread
that I followed to you,
I hope we are now
hopelessly tangled,
twined and tethered,
no chance of losing
each other. I know,
I know, I’m supposed
to let go, to release,
set free, liberate.
But is it so wrong
for me to let go
and at the same time
pray that the red thread
I don’t believe in
will never break?
Posts Tagged ‘connection’
From an Old Thought
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Chinese Proverb, connection, destiny, letting go on March 3, 2013 | 4 Comments »
Sitting with Maria
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, loss of self, poem, poetry, silence, unity on September 23, 2012 | 3 Comments »
Poet, you do not need to smile.
No need to lean toward me
as if whispering the secret that will save me.
You do not need to know anything
for certain. Please.
Here we are in silence.
Your eyes, they are so naked.
Let’s not speak. Not even
these beautiful words we’ve been given.
the mastery of the thing tanka
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, heron, poem, stillness, tanka, unity on May 19, 2012 | 6 Comments »
blue heron
so still in the sky
my heart beats
faster than
its wings
Learning to Listen
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, letting go, love, naked, poem, poetry, relationship, unity on May 9, 2012 | 6 Comments »
Like every day
today
we wake up
naked
regardless how
many layers
we wear.
All day
we’re naked,
trying our best
to pretend
that we
are not.
There are those
who hear
right through
the shirts
the hats
the coats,
who hear
the words that
every heart
is beating
under vests,
and v-neck tees—
hold me,
hold me,
hold me,
let me
go.
So Help Me Please, to Meet You Where You Are Now
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, connection, love, poem, poetry, transformation on April 24, 2012 | 11 Comments »
There is a me you would not recognize, dear. They’ve taken their toll, these latter days. –Over the Rhine, “Latter Days”
Forgive me, I thought
I knew you. But that
was yesterday, before
you saw the milky flowers
all a-blossom beside
the dirt road. That was before
the two crows sat
side by side on the branch
above the open window
and sang their one-note song
for how long, how long, who
could say what it is that changes
us, but we adjust, we grow new.
It doesn’t need to be meeting
the minotaur or gorgon, doesn’t
need to be losing a daughter
or trust, or feeling the melting wax
of our wings as we begin to drop,
though these things, too, but
change might arrive with the scent
of a lavender candle,
the voice of a missing friend,
the black taste of rye,
the way the high clouds shred
to pink in the sky,
an empty park bench,
or a scrap of good news, who
can say how it is that we change
with these things,
but we do, we do.
My dear, I did not mean
to presume. You change, even now,
from the one I thought I knew.
Though We Don’t Hold On Haiku
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged butterfly, connection, haiku, loss, poem, poetry on April 21, 2012 | 4 Comments »
long after it leaves
my arm, I still feel its footprints
the butterfly
From Only a Few Hundred Miles Away
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 84, butterfly effect, chaos theory, connection, interrelatedness, poem, poetry on February 25, 2012 | 1 Comment »
If a butterfly flutter in Brazil
can cause a Texas tornado
no wonder
I felt on the wind today
your hands
Because Often We Forget
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged connection, DNA, friendship, hug, poem, unity on February 8, 2012 | 6 Comments »
Being human. It’s not what we think it is.
—Jude Janett
Sometimes when we hug
I swear the strands
of our DNA come unspiraled
and wrap themselves
around each other
as if to embroider
into our memory
the truth of how I
am you and you
are me and this
perhaps explains
why long after
we untangle our arms
and scents from each other
I feel how
what’s deepest in you
unfurls in me.
