Saturday, February 1, 2014

I Know

I Know
Love, Papa.

I know... 
Not because you said it
Not because I read it
And not because the talking box said so.
I know it, when I listen to my heart
I know it, when it runs its gentle fingers up my spine
I know it, when I get those little shivers and tingles
Sometimes I know it when I speak
Others only when I’m silent.
I know it never wanders far away
Yet I know it gives me just enough rope to hang myself
I know it always offers to help
But I know frequently don’t listen.
I know I am held in the warmth of something
That is so special that words cannot describe.
And I know that I feel safe.
I don’t always know why or how
Or who or when or where.
But I know.....
I just know!

Love, Papa.

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Friday, January 31, 2014

As Two

As Two
Love, Papa.

I reach for you
But you’re not there
You’ve wandered off
To who knows where

Always leading
Seldom quiet
But generally out there
Causing a riot

But you always return
To lick your wounds
So I guess I should
Expect you soon

For the ego’s quest
Is never done
Only resting slightly
To await more fun

As silence falls
And I sit and wait
Twon’t be long
Till you’re at the gate

And round and round
We’ll joust again
Knowing never
There’ll be an end

For thou art me
And I be you
To dance forever and ever...
As two.

Love, Papa.

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Thursday, January 30, 2014


Love, Papa.

Feet firmly planted,
Shoulders squared,
Back straight,
Prepared to take on the world.
Awareness is knowing
That your burden
Is draining out of you
The moment
You begin to lift.
Love, Papa.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Wiped Clean

Wiped Clean
Love, Papa.

With sudden awareness
The blockages begin to fall
And the light shines in.
Momentum is gained.
Ebb and flow returns.
Reality is revealed.
Often it takes the slate wiped clean
For the playing board to be exposed.
Let the games begin.
Love, Papa.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Love, Papa.

During the circumnavigation of your life
The outgoing part feels like an adventure
And the return part feels like more adventure
The difference is
You’re going home!
Love, Papa.

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