from Lynette {3 new poems}

[Guest guest]

Hello Harsha's list and friends. Yes, I am still around, and alive.

AND No, I do not read anything on Harsha's list. Any reply directly

to me, will need to be sent to me privately, otherwise I wont see it

 

Mazie, I appreciate your thoughtful comment sent my way... I received

it twice. ... Probably is what prompted me to send this email to

the list. Hugs for Teegee, and Kisses for Wim.

 

Just to catch you up, for anyone who knows me... I've been doing very

well.... I dont write much anymore, and usually when I do, its just

not Harsha material mostly.... Spiritually, well...... There is no

difference between living a spiritual life and living a good life.

And since I am happy 95% of the time, I figured I've done pretty well

through the whole kundalini process. And what more could anyone ask

for? But to be happy?

 

I wrote a few poems lately, I'm sending the three below. They pretty

much sum up the way I live my life. No longer searching for anything,

cannot even say "but love"... for love is already there, it just finds

new and wonderful ways of showing itself.

 

Ps..... For all those that struggle so hard to be heard here, and hang

so fiercely to your concepts and ideas {of course, you wont recognize

yourselves as being those individuals...} I just have one

suggestion to make...... Give it all up.... Give up everything you

thought, till there is nothing there but emptiness, then fill it with

wonderment and love. Gosh, that sounds too much.... LOL.... I know its

hard.......... But the key is to stop writing about it, stop spreading

it, stop believing so fiercely in what you say. And live a little,

and it all just starts to fall away.

 

Hugs and Kisses to you all.... Till the next time the moment strikes me to write.... Here you go.

 

Love, Lynette

 

The Invisible Barrier

 

For all that you say,I cannot hear you

You fill my ears with words

Perceptions and concepts

Expressing your beliefs.

Even your no beliefs, are beliefs.

There is no place here for conversation.

Only the sound of kissing is music to my ears

And until you master the art of carressing my soul

Your words will be the barrier that keeps us apart.

 

Peaceful Retrospect

 

Was there ever a moment I didnt know you?

Draped across the chair, a dress of cotton spun

Like my dress of old, I wear you with comfort

I seek you out in the hidden corners of my heart

Recalling moments spent, and spent again

In a timeless chain of events leading to nowhere

And here we are again, lazily lounging along

The petals in the vase, browning with neglect

The dishes still high in the sink with leftover rejects

And you nowhere in sight, yet behind my eyelids

Are the glows of memories, replayed in melody

And hopes for tomorrow moments, yet to be lived.

 

{dedicated}

 

In My Beloved's Eyes

 

In the eyes of my beloved

Are bottomless cups of coffee

With delicate sweet cream

Swirling with passion-filled moments.

 

I drown in those eyes

As I drink all that is there

In endless gulps of desire

Devouring the love of a lifetime

 

At the moment of consumption

I am reflected in the cup of life

And he is no more

And I am dissolved

In the wonderments of bliss.

 

{dedicated}

[Guest guest]

Delighted to hear that you are well and most of all happy! The

peafowl are in bloom at the Happy Leopard Farm, there are four new

goat does, four new kittens and four new peafowl chicks. Quite the

pattern of 4's going on here.

Since I live in a rural sort of ranchette, fixer upper...ten acres of

oaks and poison oak, goats, horse, dogs, golden eagles, red-tail

hawk, owls, bats, and the assorted menage described earlier, I think

being "happy" or at least being in a state of contented or amused

repose is easier than when I lived in Orange County in a metropolitan

environment.

Of course, the facts are that we are all little galaxies and we, like

the snail carry our Karma and our homes on our backs...the universe

somehow always shows up when we do.

Which is why your admonision to just "let those strong ideas and

feelings go" certainly makes sense...in any event that beautiful

sound that is the universe is best heard when we are still and quiet.

 

Of course, we all have our little buttons, and there is always someone

who will say just the right thing at the wrong (right??? ;-)) time to

set me/you off on a strong note of disapproval.

Even for the wise who have been to the mountain top, it is often a

challange to sit back and watch others stumble.

I loved the passionate joy in your poetry and hope you will share more with us/me.

Who the heck is us/me? LOL

If I stare at a big enough mirror for a long enough time, I can see

everyone Who has ever been or ever will be...

When I stare long enough

I see everyone but me...

--Zenbob