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Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 1
Between WorldsPage 1 of 15    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15)
Time to begin gathering all these bits and pieces of poetry into one place, methinks. All friends and visitors are very welcome in this "between-space." Pull up a chair or a cushion (as you prefer). That square in the middle of the room where the sun shines so brightly is a particularly nice spot, in my opinion. So kick off your shoes, curl up, relax, and be comfortable.

* * * * * * * * * *


I live life in
an in-between space...
not quite here,
yet no longer there....
yet nowhere.

Between place
Between space

I look back
but the mists cloud my gaze.
My path has deviated
from centre...
Their vision tells them
that my future
has been left in the past...
but I know different.

Between time
Between lives

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 2
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 2:49:32 AM
Between Worlds

Between worlds
Lies a place of great peace and wisdom.
Once in a long while,
we are allowed the briefest
of glimpses,
and the opportunity
to fill a golden flask
with a silken silver liquid,
sparkling with crushed crystals floating therein.

Kneel at the pool.
Give thanks for this gift of the gods.
Drink deeply of love, beauty, health, faith.
Look upon your fellows through eyes of clarity,
in a spirit of acceptance.
Allow this moment
to drench you

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 3
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 2:50:56 AM
As I navigate the murky depths
to the next signpost....

Strength is the dragon
that follows me through the fire.
Flames deter us not.

Wisdom is the owl
that flies behind my left shoulder.
His eyes see beyond.

Power is held in the sword
Gripped tight in my fist....
Filigree of silver cradles my hand.

Rage is the angry beast
Lurking on the dark horizon of my mind,
Blazing his mark on my forehead.

Gentility, kindness, courtesy....
These are tucked away unseen,
Protected in a pouch of black velvet.

Deliverance is at hand.
Freedom awaits.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 4
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 10:22:20 AM
Lovely, soulsmilin. Thanks, and welcome. :)

* * * * *

Transparent Veils

Transparent veils,
Velvet and silk....
Drapes surround,
floating gently.

Soft flutters....
as butterfly's wings,
Invisible touches...
Gossamer fantasies.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 5
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 10:23:57 AM
Some Call It Love

Some call it love
when a heart beats
madly out of control
like a drum solo
on speed.

Some call it love
when the spirit sings
with mischief and delight,
when the world
shines more brilliantly,
when you'd rather
skip than walk.

I call it love
when hands touch
(whilst reaching for the salt)....
you reading the New York Times,
me with a pencil and a folded-up page,
only the crossword puzzle showing....
Eyes meet,
silent smiles appear,
and linger.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 6
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 10:28:08 AM
A Drop of Heaven

A drop of heaven,
it seems to me,
would sparkle in its depths
as of a diamond
encased in a shimmering pocket
of wonderment.

Where would one keep
a drop of heaven,
should one happen to accidentally
come across one?

Tuck it in your wallet
alongside the round "tuit" that
someone gave you at a Christmas party
in 1989?
In the drawer of your bedside table,
smooshed between the pages
of the novel you're reading?
Carefully protected
in a turquoise silk pouch,
next to your Bible?

Or would you give it away
to the homeless man
that you've been trying to avoid
on the corner of 10th and Broadway?


* * * * *

Most all of these, and many to follow, have already appeared elsewhere in other people's threads and have been inspired by the writes of the many talented writers here in the pond. I won't mention names, as the list would be long, and I'm sure I'd forget someone....but I do extend my all of you....Your writes are all welcome here, just as I have been welcomed elsewhere. Thank you.
Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 7
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/15/2007 12:43:36 PM
Just beautiful, Cash. Thanks so much for placing these words here. And welcome.

* * * * *

Facing Forward

Facing forward
is the only direction that works for me.

In my fist....
determination, resistance, strength
that will carry me through the challenges ahead.

In my eyes....
shining stars, possibilities, optimism
that fire my soul and form a vision
of what can still be.

In my heart....
the delight of a schoolgirl,
the passion of my convictions,
an abundance of love,

and peace.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 8
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/16/2007 5:40:38 AM
Look Ahead

Look ahead.
There is a gate.... Do you see?
Where does it lead? Do you dare approach?
You need no key,
But courage.

Look ahead.
The fields stretch beyond vision.
Let the winds carry you...
Let the sunshine warm you....
Let the waters wash your soul clean

Follow the footsteps....
Shallow imprints in the damp earth....
And know that you have been here


Turn now.
Choose a new direction.
Unexplored, unknown, unfettered.
Whispers of encouragement
are everywhere.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 9
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/16/2007 5:42:40 AM
(for B)

Superimposed on this life
are all of the pasts that I have lived before.
Distant shadows of lessons learned...
.....(do I understand them yet?)

Passionate remembrances of all the places
.....that my love has lived before.
.....Soaring to the heavens in an embrace
.....that lives on forever.
.....Souls and spirits connecting an intricate dance of joyful reunion.

Shining beacons of all those who have loved me freely...
.....They are all still here.
.....The faces are different,
.....The relationships are reversed,
.....Or changed.
.....Yet they are the same...
.....Recognized and beautiful.

We have travelled together on this road,
We have shared this path many times before.
We are home.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 10
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/16/2007 5:44:16 AM
The Light of the World

The light of the world
lives in a small and innocuous place,
within your mind.

Choose to access it.
Open the door.... allow the light to flood your being.
Watch as it pools in your head,
diffuses through your body,
immerses its silvery brilliance
in you.

Let it glimmer in your eyes
Let it pour out from your fingertips
Let it expand from your heart
Let it light your soul


Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 12
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/16/2007 12:07:38 PM
Wow! Thanks, likes_a_laugh.... That Langolier guy sounds kinda scary. LOL! (Is that from a Stephen King novel? Hmmm.....)

Oh...and welcome.... :)

* * * * *

The Dust of Wisdom Past

The dust of wisdom past
strikes through my vision
as if sunbeams,
penetrating the darkness
of my thirsty soul.

Purity of thought
mixed in fine measure
with a glimmer of originality.
Sorting through tomes
of brilliant confusion
to find the one gem
that resonates.

Learning is wisdom

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 13
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 2:02:13 AM
Never Hesitate

Never hesitate to choose
the most daring colours
to splash across the canvas of your life
with wild abandon.

Once in awhile
you just need to use a bucket.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 14
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 2:03:10 AM
spider at play

the sun is setting in england
i should be writing (essays)
but instead i'm mesmerized by the sky
wisps of white clouds, traces of jet tracks
streak across the horizon
a single thread of luminous spider silk
sparkles and dances

how does a spider build a web
three storeys above the ground?

i can feel the warmth of the sun's rays
streaming across my desk
tempting me to toss aside the tasks
and come out to play

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 15
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 2:05:43 AM
Reach Out

In the midst of confusion
and disappointment
and sorrow...

Reach out with your arms
and draw the Spirit into your being....

Reach out with your eyes
and behold the spectacle of
the universe that will guide and direct you,
simply because you asked.

Reach out with your heart.
Surround and enclose others.
Let your own pain be as a tool
to teach you understanding and compassion.

Reach out with your spirit
as it merges with the Great Spirit.
Believe in the balance of the cosmos.
Follow the path to consummation,
even when it moves in
unexpected directions
and the progress is slow.

Know that thine life is true.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 17
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 7:09:48 AM

ees my pleasure senorita.

I always wondered what Spanish would sound like with a bit of an Aussie lilt.
Great poem, LaL, and great storytelling....good rhyming is still something that (mostly) eludes me.

* * * * *


My hand awaits your gentle grasp.
I will bring you with me
to a place of trust
and beauty....

Join me in this glade
where the trees hold hands
high overhead,
and the wind plays
sweet notes of summer.

Follow me to the sea.
The surf will play with your hair,
and we will lie together
in the sand,
waiting for the water
to wash us away.

Time is motionless...
The world will stop breathing,
and watch us become

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 18
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 7:11:54 AM
Living with Freedom

Living with freedom
means more than wings.

Freedom offers choice
and yet great responsibility.
Extend your wings of courage
to shelter those who have no voice....
to protect those who have no sanctuary....
to help those whose souls can no longer withstand
the ravages of devastation.

Suffer with the children
who know no safety.
Cry alongside the women
whose lives have been violated.
Grieve with the men
whose families have experienced
.....................D A R K N E S S . . . . .

Can you hear their screams?
Can you feel their despair?
Can you reach them?

Freedom is a gift
that must be shared
in order to be fully realized.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 19
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/17/2007 7:13:12 AM
Afraid to Love

Afraid to love
means afraid to hurt.

None of us means to turn our back
on that magnificent glorious experience,
but only to protect.

We have all been hurt
so many times.

And there are many
who treat us like
..........(or much worse)
while wearing the mask
.....of a friend
..........(or so much more)

Opening your heart is
painful, frightening, exhausting.
Understanding who will keep it safe
is a life's work.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 20
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/18/2007 5:14:30 AM
Love Freely Given

Love freely given
without any hint
....of expectation
......nor of return the most
This is..............
what I offer.......
and what I seek.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 21
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/18/2007 5:16:04 AM
A Place of Enchantment

As I wander aimlessly
through this green and wondrous land....
I come upon a forest glade.
A long, low wooden table stretches
as far as the eye can see....
and further.

Elves, fairies and other magical creatures scurry about...
sometimes only glimpsed from the corner of my eye
(because some do not like to be seen by mere humans, you see)
refilling enormous golden platters,
pouring a silvery stream of glittering liquid into sparkling crystal chalices,
brushing crumbs from the velvet cushions,
straightening the silverware,
touching up the bouquets of
....creamy white lilies
....deep red roses
....and daisies

Who has placed this magnificent feast here?

As I draw nearer...
a small one runs forward with an eager smile....
She takes my hand gently
with a delicate touch that speaks of
….silken softness
….quiet tranquillity
….eons of remembrance
and leads me forward wordlessly.
Her iridescent wingtips
brush my bare arms softly,

“Come,” she whispers shyly,
in a voice that sounds like wind chimes,
and indicates an empty space.

In amazement,
I gather my legs under me,
and lower myself onto the sapphire velvet cushion,
not yet knowing what is expected of me
in this place of enchantment.

There are others all around,
and plates are passed.
It is only then that I realize
that the feast presented here
offers not food for the body,
but for the spirit.

The platters are heaped with…

All are offered in silence.
All are offered in unlimited quantities.
There is nothing you cannot have.

Will you join me in the forest?

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 22
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/18/2007 5:17:15 AM
As You Sleep

I love to watch you sleep....

All the worries and all the anxieties
washed away by the drifting sands of sleep.
You have entered a place of peace
where no other can follow.

I gently touch your cheek
with the back of my hand
.....soft soft
so as not to awaken
but only to love you
as you sleep.

Do you dream now?
Of what do you dream?
Of faraway worlds where life is everything
you ever dreamt it could be?

I watch your chest rise and fall
with deeply serene breaths,
and I place my hand there
to feel your life
as you sleep.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 23
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/18/2007 1:28:08 PM
Art thee God?

Art thee God?
I bring thee my clouded eyes.
They are no longer capable of
discerning the beauty
in a world so awash
with horror.

Art thee God?
I bring thee my broken mind.
I know not how to comprehend the tragedies
that have befallen Man,
as you have created him.

Art thee God?
I bring thee my shattered heart,
bloody and still beating, but torn in two,
damaged forever by the grief and anger
that have weighed down my spirit
and left me

Art thee God?
Heal me.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 24
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/19/2007 2:55:49 AM
Bringing these over from Old Souls....

The Stream

I walk by the stream of my future.

Too many choices, it seems,
tangled within filaments of intention...
I am led astray....
lost in possibilities.

Adrift, afloat...
vanished into a watery place,
the motion, the warmth,
soothes and comforts...

Calmness prevails.
The struggle ends.
Consciousness is lost.

Shall I perish for want of finding
the one path....
the many paths...
that may lead me to the one that I can become.

a voice....a hand....

I emerge

* * * * *

Following the Voice

Returning from the abyss
I follow the voice....unsure....
Dost thou await me here?

There are too many pieces
from which to become....
I collect them as I follow the voice beyond,
gathering them within the folds of my cloak,
but the puzzle is scattered to the winds...
and I can hear the laughter of the stars,
a sound as of dangling crystals
gently jostled in a summer's breeze.

For they alone see that we are already
selves fully born,
fully become as we are.
No further embellishment
is needed.

Is not thy courage strong?
Is not thy vision clear?
Is not thy heart pure?

Such are the lessons
that have brought us

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 25
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 2:46:06 AM

The seasons of my childhood
are remembered as distinct points in time.

Fall began early,
with new school clothes
(the only time of the year that we were allowed such a luxury),
and the bags of school supplies.
I was a school nerd.
I loved the smell of books and paper and pencils.
(Nothing has changed.)
Morning walks punctuated
with the crisp snap of thin ice
as we made our way gingerly over partially frozen puddles.
Water below, a skin of ice above.
What child could resist?

Winter was about snow....
that Northern Ontario snow
that packs perfectly for snowmen and snowcaves....
Caverns of ice between towering snowbanks,
a huddled refuge....
Blizzards that covered the naked world
in white lace petticoats...
playing indoor games --
Monopoly, Clue, Scrabble --
as icy gales whistled around the eaves.

Spring came with a scent.
Can you smell spring coming?
Crisp, clear, clean, new....
the snow retreats, melts, vanishes,
and the world comes to life.
Dust off the bikes and the roller skates,
put away the parkas till next year,
drag Dad to the park with a kite,
feel the wind on your face.

Summer brought camping and swimming,
picnics and berry-picking,
a hotness that dripped from your skin,
afternoons in the country.
Days of building tree forts,
chasing away intruders (boys!),
lying on our bellies in the field,
giggling when the grass tickled our arms,
reading Archie comics and slurping popsicles.

The rhythm of the seasons....
Somehow it was so much more clearly defined
as a child.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 26
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 2:47:18 AM
A Poem Is...

A poem is like the ocean tides...
rushing into my mind
with the force of a 50-foot wave
that crashes through all other thoughts
with impunity.

A poem is like a calm pool...
ideas and emotions
raised from the depths of intimacy,
floating free to the surface.

A poem is like waves on a sandy beach....
interconnected words that swirl and twirl,
rise and fall with the seasons of the moon,
and collect in shallow depressions of the soul.

Joined: 6/7/2006
Msg: 27
Between Worlds
Posted: 7/20/2007 2:49:06 AM

There is nothing
There is nowhere
There is no time
But the "now"....

What has gone before....
has brought you to "now."
What is still to come
can't arrive without the "now."

This "now" will never happen again.

There's time.
It's still "now."

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