You are my opium

My lovely little drug

Destroying me with your beauty

Intoxicating me with your will

How you draw me in

Even from so far

One look

One glance

And so I am breathless

Undermined by my desire

And weak for your words

Come to me

Let me drink you in

Draw you dry into my soul

Where you may live forever

Killing me from inside

And making me belong to you

And you alone.

Did you know
That every time I talk to you
My vision turns upside down
And I am left in a world
Where I am holding a paintbrush
And my only desire is to paint for you
The most beautiful picture the world
Has ever known.
And I am left with such untold joy
That my throat aches with the desire
To sing for you
The most wonderful song the world
Has yet to hear

My fingers twitch to write for you
Poetry beyond words
My body longs to dance for you
Steps that don’t touch floors

 But I know that you’re not here with me
And you’re seeing a different world
So paint brush and pen drop to the ground
There is no song to dance to
And I keep my joy inside myself
And wish that you could see
How beautiful this world
has finally turned out to be.

O wayfarer in the path of God! Take thou thy portion of the ocean of His grace, and deprive not thyself of the things that lie hidden in its depths. Be thou of them that have partaken of its treasures. A dewdrop out of this ocean would, if shed upon all that are in the heavens and on the earth, suffice to enrich them with the bounty of God, the Almighty, the All-Knowing, the All-Wise. With the hands of renunciation draw forth from its life-giving waters, and sprinkle therewith all created things, that they may be cleansed from all man-made limitations and may approach the mighty seat of God, this hallowed and resplendent Spot.

                                                                                                           (Baha'u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah, p. 279)

Oh my Beloved

how I beg for Thee

to be the centre of

my thoughts and doings

That I may forever rest my eye

upon the Supreme Horizon

And to follow the Path

You have laid before my feet.

Though it be stony

give me no rest

I yearn to walk upon its dust

that I might gain

but one step closer to Thee

to feel the warmth of Your light

and the coolness of Your breeze

to never be blinded or made deaf

by the gales of tribulation

and the anguish of this world's plight

Allow me to heade Your call

Allow me to follow Your path

Oh my Beloved my Beloved

Open my heart to Thee

and Thee alone

Allow me to see no other

as I tread this path of stone.

When my thoughts turn to you

they transform.

The world of cement and stone

turns to waterfalls and cool grass

where I may listen to nature's music.

I sit and drink in the rushing sounds

of wind and whispering waters

and all I can bring to mind

is His Merciful love and compassion

causing Him to give us such a world.

When my thoughts turn to you

they transform.

All I can do is sit within

that shimmering world of wonders

and pray to our Beloved

pray that we may be near Him

and that He may shelter us from storm.

Pray that He will hear our praise of His Glory

and though it is no equal to His beauty

That we might shine with His light.

When my thoughts turn to you

they transform.

And my world belongs to God

and to God alone.

May my thoughts continue to turn to you

and out friendship continue on this path

that we may sing of His love

and turn all thoughts to God

so that all of the world

may transform.

I write as I await the hours to dawn for when
Upon my brow doth shine a light
As sun’s rays breathe new life to the earth
and bring thee back to my love longing sight

Ah me, my love, tears do soak that self-same earth
As separate courses lead my heart from that which is duly mine
My lungs cannot breathe and my lips but quiver
As one more night without thy slumber lies
My head alone upon this pillow, ah, I ache for thee
As the chills of night attack with their quick willed shiver
No eyes are to see as pain for naught but thy smile
Carries my spine, my back, my legs, my arms
To stretch and bend and ache in envy
Of the sleep that is blessed to hold you from this trial

and yet, I know not
Of how the heart of thee, my dearest love,
Stands upon this painful day.
If I turned to the heavens, would I be granted
The blessed sight of thine eyes turned, as mine,
To the fateful stars? Nay I see thee not
For you have been given slumber’s kiss and I, oh I,
Am a lover’s miss.

Does thy heart call out to me?
Mine shrieks and cries out thy name
It dares to pull from my breast in anguish
At its loss of thy beauteous face and noble arms
Which when placed around my vile unworthy form
Cause me to be the fairest flower ever gently picked!
Ah my love, treat me not as the flower, nay
Turn me into the untamed beast that must
Be held tight against thee until soothed
And turn me fair again

Ah my heart as the beast does beat for thee
Yet you come not to calm my untamed heart
And leave it to wreath and rave upon the earth
Until the sun dost shine and leave its light upon the brow to perchance see...

Nay, here is where I lie, alone with none
But these eyes which search for none but thee
And now I must leave the closest presence I have to thee
And find myself in another land
Feeling friendless in my longing for thee
Ah, here, my love, you would speak me wrong
And demand my heart to glory in God
But allow me but this once to cover thy perfect lips with mine own
And leave those words untended
For I know where my heart truly lies
And whilst it lies in His arms allow me to rest in yours
And trust in you both for the happiness of dawn
Poetry is not my gift oh fair lover of my heart and soul
Yet, to your breast hold these words as I dream of you to mine
And we shall vanquish hours and years to the lands of fancy
And find ourselves the replacement of time.

There’s a tube of toothpaste in the couch!

Now how did that get there?

The couch is soft, it bounces, its blue

I wonder if mama has a clue?

There’s a tube of toothpaste in the couch!

I told my mom who smiled

It squishes and smells like peppermint sticks

She told me to go ask my friend rick

There’s a tube of toothpaste in the couch!

Rick laughed and asked me why

Well I don’t know what it could mean

It’s got no pearly whites to clean

There’s a tube of toothpaste in the couch!

We told my dad and sis

We became detectives and searched around

For couch-like brushes on the ground

But no matter what we did

The puzzle stayed unsolved

But we’ll keep an eye out in case someone shouts

There’s a tube of toothpaste in the couch!

There is a watch upon my bedroom desk
its face glimmers as it sits, ticking past the time
i can't look at it, as time go by
it reminds me too much of you.
How often did you ask me for the time
and i refused to tell
but instead smiled and hid that self same timepiece
from you sight so that i may have
a few more moment with you.
and now that you have returned to the minutes
and hours that keep us apart
you've stop the ticking of the clock
and left me in timeless space
to the darkness of frozen moments
as you wander searching for
whatever is worth your time.

the watch sits near a picture
that wasn't painted for me
it waits by the watch until the one
it is meant for may claim it and give it
the care it deserves. the painting
and its wanderer
move through a trembling sky
coated with dust, burning in tribulation
soothed by the cooling hues in the air
and I cannot look, I cannot wander
the figure stands alone
waiting for you, and only you
as you leave me to the memories of time

oh my giving friend
with timelessness and paint brushes
I hope you see the love I have
I hope as you wander
timeless and true
how deep my love is for you
I will move through that sky
and pray to be a cooling balm
blown to you through God's own breath
and yet, if it is not to be so
and you leave me to the timelessness
where your face does not appear
and instead i stare at the watch
on my bedroom table
I will wait until that wanderer
no longer stands alone
so I may smile and know
that finally, you are home.
Allah'u'Abha


 

There is an immense capacity within us women
that I believe is often overlooked
or seen as the weakness of our sex.
But it is no weakness, it is our greatest strength
it is what moves us through the turmoil
that surrounds each and every day
as we see children fighting wars
be it on the playground or other countries
we see strangers left to strangeness
and know they had mothers too
mothers who cared, mothers who cried
mothers and sisters and grandmothers and aunts
all who reach out with that unspoken power
that resonates through our entire core
the one that we try to teach the infants
as we whisper stories in their ears
the one that will stop the wars
and bring peace to this waiting world
the one that stops the children from crying out
and brings trust back to a home
the one that ensures that no one
no one, will ever feel alone.
and with this power
the one that we call love
we offer glimpses of hope
to the dreams not yet known
and nurture its seed in each and every soul
so that one day, one day,
this poor world will be made whole.

Let us love, let us love.

my professor gives this as
a reason to say no God created us.
Why would He create such imperfection?
He asks, blind to any answer

The eye is meant to see and explore
to grant us the beauty of this world. Yet
there is always something we cannot see
which we are forever blocked from seeing with sight

I shall never be able to perceive You,
Oh my God, in all Your majesty and might.
My being is too small, too finite, too insignificant
and I am barred from ever seeing You as all You truly are

I thank You for my blind spot
it will forever bring You to mind
and how You are all that I long to percieve
but Your beauty has left me blind
 

You are half gone into your slumber,
O my dreaming love. The sun has captured
your leaves and has transformed yellow to orange
orange to red, granting them their golden death
as you sleep and dream those dreams unknown. 

Do you feel the wind as she finds
your hidden crevices and tickles them
with her cool caress? Or are you so far gone
into your slumber that you feel no loss
as she flirts away your leaves, one by one. 

I can see you now, in winter’s deep,
as snow lays herself along your barren shape.
She shimmers and dances and whispers sparkling delights
Do you hear her? Does she enchant your dreams?
When I return to you, love, may I hear what secrets she shared? 

I am jealous of your sun and wind and snow soft lovers.
But I will wait for spring to come again.
Then shall I be held in your branches and cradled in
your roots, feeling fire move through your veins
giving life to newly budding dreams.
 

And if you ever feel inclined, love,
to share your winter dreams as I move
throughout your leafy kingdom, do not hesitate
to grow a limb, just for me, where I may sleep
and dream that which you witnessed alone.
 

I will stay with you until Fall’s chill air
kisses your branches and the setting sun drives
me from your sight. And then with the children
we raised in your hold, I will once again take to flight
leaving you to your dreams 'till Spring's reunion light.