Wednesday 30 January 2013

a step to Freedom

Hell
The death of the Will to Yell
Heaven
The birth of the Will to Love


 
Scraping feet
Scarred with burns
A gift from the desert
When my shoes wore thin
                From grinding against sands of the past

The Owl lives
In the fruitful land, just there within my sight, a land named Possibility
It waits beyond this border
This cage

It inched slowly away night by night
To forests lush with Life
Until I could no longer hear its wings
                My comfort
                Once upon a time

It left me here in contemplation
Fear
Loneliness
Here at the threshold where Eros crossed
So many moons ago
So many lives since

Here at this fine line where death greets Freedom
Starvation battles Bliss
I stand naked from lack of care
                And the wind’s cruel love

With feet swollen
Sore
I take a step
Then two
Then three
                Then more

The moist Earth soothes all that has burned me
                All that has torn away
                At the Warrior I am
                The Mystic - now found
                The Heartist - come alive

There
Yes, there in the distance
                You stand
                Holding open a dark cloak the length of you

When I arrive
                Your eyes penetrate
                I turn mine to the ground
                                Notice your feet bound in leather
                                Your legs, smooth, powerful and strong
                                          You are a Warrior too
                Am I unworthy of your stare?
                                Unworthy of your Care?

Perhaps

Yet You move
With grace
To wrap me tenderly
                 Smile

This land is new to me
                Your face...a quiet promise of Trust

                I will follow
                              

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Sunday 20 January 2013

lions - a short moral story


I’ve learned that lions only give a shit at feeding time
It’s always about them

So many lions came
So many left
They were all the same…
                                                       They were lions

What did I expect?

It's my fault for expecting them to be stallions
Or some other kinder
Warmer
Creature
Willing to trade their Love for Love

It's my fault for ignoring the obvious

You see
No matter how friendly
Warm
Or kind
The horse
                It is vegetarian afterall...
                                                    And lions are not


I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Friday 18 January 2013

a love story

‘stay away’

                She said
                Her sword steady
                If not heavy
                For her petite frame
                                Pointed at me
                                                Threatening
                                                I’d say
                                                If I were to gauge her intent
- Huh -
My mind snickered 

            I scoffed silently
Doing all I could
To thin the rage
Growing
Shadowing me

Our eyes locked
                In fear?
                Hate?
                I couldn’t quite tell which
                                It was
                                Or were
                                Or is

Still
She was beautiful
                Aiming her gleaming weapon
                Poised a few feet away
             Her eyes bright
                 Likely
 With the anticipation
                 Of my death
                  
Did she really want to do battle out here?
                There is no place to retreat
                Forget
                That she and I meet
                             Here
                             On either side of this line
                Forget
                That she and I met
                             Here
                             Once upon a time
                           
                      With smiles

Did she really think she could win?
                Her only path
                Led to the sea
                Or a high stone wall but a yard or two behind her
             

I held her gaze
My breath laboured
                Worked diligently to keep my ego out of battle
                Toiled earnestly to dilute my saturating anger

             
‘stay away’

                She banished
                Louder this time


It was enough
Enough to spur my ire

I swung my blade across hers

This caught her by surprise
                For some reason

Her gaze broke mine

Forcefully I pulled her into me
                Quickly drove her back
                Blades still fastened
I threw my weight
Behind my sword
Crushed her in retreat
Several feet
                                Against the stone wall

Incensed
I didn’t care how wild my eyes were
As they met her stunned look
I exerted all I could
                Kept her pinned
                Against the wall
                                Against me
                

Heaving to steady my breath

‘You-make-me…so…angry’
                I forced out severely
             
‘Why?’
She asked, quick with disdain
                Finding courage in her challenge

With gritted teeth

‘Probably…’       
                                I reclaimed my weight
                                Loosed my grip
     
‘…Because I’m in love with you.’

                                - Huh -
                                I sneered
                                At myself
                                Disgusted
                                                By the Love I felt for her
                                                When she so clearly
                                                                Despised me
                                                                Forged a line out of her hate
                                                                Or hurt
                                                                I couldn’t quite tell which it was
                                                                Or were
                                                                Or is

I straightened

Watched her face
  Still beautiful
  Despite my admission

                               
We held silent
A mirror image
Refraction  
                Shards of glass
                Catching sun in the sand
                                Slicing gently through bare feet


Weapon in hand
I felt its burden
Slowly dropped its point
To the ground

Moments passed

Without a sound

She flung her blade into the air
                                Held my stare

Tore it down
Before my chest

Into herself


She fell to her knees
Lost balance
Tipped forward
Hung on her steel
Panting
My eyes on hers
Gazed
In horror

We held silent
A mirror image
Refraction
The glint of her blade
                Catching sun in the sky
                                Slicing gently through the air


Timelessness

I gasped suddenly

Brutally found myself back in my body

The glint of her blade
                Catching sun in the sky
                                Slicing gently through the air
                               

I moved in
Thrust my sword against hers
                She fell back
    I grasped her wrist
                She dropped her blade
                Formed a fist
                                Beat me until she tired

I sat atop her
Grateful she was alive
Held her face in my hands
Caught her eyes
                Dark with tears
                She was crying
                                Pulling at my wrists
                                Struggling to be free
                                From me

Suddenly
I felt her pain

Shame
Here I was
                                This monster
                                She feared
                                Or hated
                                I couldn’t tell which it was
                                Or were
                                Or is

I dropped my hands
Began sobbing
It shook me off her
Drained away all my ugliness
Drained away the disfigurement of my feelings for her
Drained away in me, all that frightened her

I pulled myself up                          

Still weeping
I turned
Staggered away
From hate                         

From Love

In celebration of Passion, the hope-for, and the Joy found in Happy Endings

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist

Saturday 5 January 2013

I carried her


I carried her

The gravel
Wet
A slippery threat
Beneath my weight

The snow
Had bedded some crevices
I fell twice
                                Nearly sliced
                                                Both our heads
                                                On these icy rocks

I carried her

To the Ocean where You and I met
Through sand that was warm at first
                                                Then bitter
                                                Cold
                                                As it set
                                                                A frozen chill
                                                                The silent treatment
                                                Held in place by intent

A light sheet
In my arms
Not a burden, nor a plight
                                                Truth be known
What can it hurt now?
I’ve thought of You  
From the beginning
                                                Each night
                                                
It’s done me no good

For all I’ve understood
Kindness
Openness
                                                Have earned me
                                                Loneliness

For those who take
Will take
No, not for the reasons I lend
                                                And those who open
                                                Do so
                                                To satisfy their end

The night cannot cloak the sun
Nor the day conceal the moon
Each moment I go on
I do so
Without You


I carried You to the Ocean

                                And threw You in

 
With quiet contemplation of the past, we begin anew.  A Sacred flame will ignite us from within; our Path will be Bright along our way.  Happy New Year, my Heartists, my Warriors of Love, may it be the best yet.


Faithful
 
I remain

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist