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This is a discussion on Poet Tree ~~~~~~~~~~~Teri LaFaye within the You're Not Alone! forums,----- Just when I thought my spirit was lost...
you found me.
Just in that moment is was as if
someone ...
Just when I thought my spirit was lost...
you found me.
Just in that moment is was as if
someone turned on a light
in a darkened room,
breathing a breath of life
into me again.
Just in a fragment of time,
a page once ripped out
of my life
was mended.
It wasn't any 'one' thing,
but it was 'every' thing
that once was shattered,
seemed to drift slowly back into place,
settling softly and peacefully down
like a feather falling to the floor.
I cannot thank you enough
for the peace you have
brought into my world.
I cannot tell you enough
how blessed my life is
knowing you.
I can only hope I have
given you as much
I dreamed about you.
I know it was you.
Even though my eyes were closed,
I recognized your touch.
You brushed by my senses
With a certainty I recall.
I reached out to you
Feeling you draw nearer to me.
Your hand swept the hair
Away from my eyes.
I whispered I loved you…
I know you heard me,
But when I opened my eyes
You were gone
Leaving only
Impressions
Behind.
I have been reading a book about the teachings of Buddhism. The author pointed out that when we continually speak ill of others aloud, and the people are not there to hear the comments, the only person absorbing the negativity and anger is OURSELVES. Wow! What a profound statement that makes so much sense.
I believe that my father was right when he taught me to "hold my friends at arm's length, but my enemies closer." He added, "always forgive your enemies, nothing annoys them as much." I can see that in order to find the good in ourselves, we must first look for the good within others. It is usually the differences that can pull us closer together.
I look at you,. You look at me.
Differences -- plain to see;
However, large.
However, small.
We build bridges.
We build walls.
I tend to see you
clearer when
I picture you
as my friend:
a hand extended;
hope embraced;
surrounded by
a smiling face.
As I begin to think about the word SIMPLICITY... I thought of of when we are adults, we tend to get so caught up in the BIG PICTURE than we overlook the SIMPLE DETAILS. When we are children, we see everything so simple, so pure, so magical.
I recently visited a place I went to as a child and the first thing I noticed was how small the yard was. Funny, when I was a child the yard looked so big! the street...so far away...but then, as I grew up, I grew AWAY.
In the complexity of the world, sometimes simplicity is a factor people grow away from.
Children see the minute details...the little things, as adults get lost in the big picture. We tend to paint ourselves into corners and brush through our days too quickly. I don't ever want to lose that childlike innocence.
Ironically, people get so caught up in life....that they forget to LIVE. And the things that matter the most? are not 'things' at all.
Just something to THINK about....
I think about the lives we lead:
the avenues of wants and needs,
the sadness locked behind the eyes
of most who simply pass us by.
I think about ... and minds await:
so hungry for another taste
of knowledge they have yet to learn...
another chapter, pages turn.
I think about the smiles, but know
true feelings do not always show
the hidden factors shielding eyes
of those who merely pass us by.
So much, like you, I wear a mask:
my feelings guarded, holding back
a cup of truth is passed around
for moments (few) a wall comes down.
I think of how I learn FROM YOU!
I see things from your point of view,
then, ever slightly masks we wear
disappear cause someone CARED.
When I wrote this at the beginning of the year, I had just found out Kenny and I were not getting the baby we were adopting from the Philippines.
One of my students sent the following poem to me in his myspace blog...I cried and cried. I wanted to share it with others, because we all feel like we are going to break at times....knowing someone is listening means everything. Hugs 2 U! Teri LaFaye
I hope you feel better tomorrow. We all love you!
Our class is your glue.
If you shatter we'll just pick up the pieces and put you back together.
If you start to melt, we'll be your freezer and if you start to drown,
We'll be your lifeguards.
If you want to soar,
We will be your wings
And we will give you the ENTHUSIASM to stay
UNCHAINED.
Alex Blanks
01-21-09
For Mrs. LaFaye
Who shows us the way down the road less traveled every day.
This is not my work, but it moves me to tears every time I read it. It is by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
I thought that it was just a dream,
But think it was a memory.
I walked the banks against the Nile
And stood, watching the crocodiles.
The air was hot against my skin.
The sand was touching me but then
The moment came when all was one
And there the life… I had begun
To take a shape from long ago
Remembering something I’d once known
I tasted milk of yester years
Releasing sadness mixed with tears.
My hair was black, my skin was brown
The essence of the time was sound
And into all the welcomed sights
I saw myself in different LIFE.
To each is given, each is known
Another place, another zone
Another face, another smile
I walked the banks once by the Nile.
A part of me familiar lies
Beneath the sands of other times
My hair so black, my skin so tan
Into the hour, into the sands
I slept and held
Another’s hand.
Grin and bear the weight of the wall
Gracefully wear the eyes of a doll
Vapid and glossed
Numbness the cost
Heart is blind
Saw too much
Tightly wind
Tightly clutch
Did you become what you wanted
Do you want what you've become
Clenching jaws seal it in
Clumsily playing dumb
I look at you and see myself
looking back.
So much the same,
we are....
you and I.
I look at you and see your tears...
you know the ones?
(the ones you hide)
not to be seen
by you or me.
I look at you and see your heart...
the way it beats for those you love,
and held with thoughts
so close but far ...
just out of reach.
I look at you and see you smile.
I watch your eyes reflecting all
the innocense of a child.
So much like you, I am.
I look at you and hear you scream!
but no one hears
there is no sound
it's still as now.
I look at you and wonder then
like now as I
can call you 'friend...'
reflecting me...
you've always been
seeing me now
as I was then.
Poet Tree ~~~~~~~~~~~Teri LaFaye
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