Joanie had the ‘urge to go’
A calling maybe, a distant
Voice, a murmur within
A tug, a yearning, a want
a desire, a hankering.
It didn’t have a destination
In the out there somewhere
In the beyond over there
It slipped into the restless
It shimmered beyond the gate
It was coral sunsets and
cloudy days of too much thinking
It quivered in her lonely vessel
It was the single pea under her mattress
It was the match lit under her eye lids
It was a hunger for, a lusting after
finding herself in an urge
Her reflection caught in his eyes
The guitar played them a love song
Her urge found itself in him
He was the beyond the gate
He was the sunset’s coral calling
He was the fire of her eyes
He filled her lonely vessel’s want
rolling on the mountain of mattress
with the hungry urge of his being
He had an ‘urge to go’
A calling maybe, a distant voice,
a murmur, a tug, a want, a yearning
He had an urge and he had to go.
There was no holding him
Sunsets come and go
Beyond the gate is vast
Flames flicker and fade
His vessels was full and pouring
She had to let him go.
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13 dec 2011 > 9/18 > hermit/moon
Take a quiet moment and ask yourself…What wisdom do I need today? Listen
Then…. as that answer comes to your surface Can you honor the truth of that inner wisdom?
Do you listen to yourself?
Sometimes it seems the weather doesn’t change much. It stays sunny for awhile, and then it gets grey and grim for another while. Maybe it rains, or snows, or a crazy wind shakes the be-jesus outta the house for a bit. The weather knows nuance. I think when the weather is in it’s nuance moments that it doesn’t feel like it changes much. Only, maybe, in those moments when not so much feels like it’s happening, is when you get to feel a certain steady alignment with life. Moments of peace, a time for reflection. And then there is always that weather ‘outside’ that appears sunny and bright and your insides are all grey and grim. How about those days? How do you get sunny on the inside?
