“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”*
No matter what you say.
You’re lookin’ for an actor’s part
I’m not equipped to play.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for”
In everything you do.
You’re lookin’ for distractions brief
TO fill the void in you.
“It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for,”
Despite your whirling mind.
You’re lookin’ for the brilliant Light:
Your soul’s eternal shine!
*Quote from
“It Ain’t Me Babe” by Bob Dylan.
—
Written for Björn’s prompt at
dVerse.
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. God brought us together,
You and me in Love.
Through our lives we shine his Light
On Earth from Heav’n above.
May we
Refrain:
2. Two made one in fullness,
Both a bless’d part.
We remind each other
Love is where we end and start.
May we
Refrain:
3. Some days our eyes are foggy
With reflections sad and pale.
In quiet mind we find
The Spirit’s Love that lifts the veil.
So we
Refrain:
See through the windows of the eyes
Into the waters of the soul,
Reflecting every being pure and whole.
God brought us together,
Pure and whole.
Refrain:
See through the windows of the eyes
Into the waters of the soul,
Reflecting a being pure and whole.
The service was so beautiful;
Communion cups were passed.
And from the light we saw that day,
The bond was sure to last.
But in the haze of drunkenness
With spirits flowing fast,
Their love gave way to skeletons
And shadows of the past…
—
A sad but too often true Quadrille for De’s “shadow” prompt at
dVerse.
You are me. I am you.
Nothing can part us. We are not two.
We are one. Thy will be done.
Spirit made flesh. The web is spun.
Created in love. Below and above.
Earthly illusions, the push and the shove.
Yet in every thing eternity sings,
One Spirit of knowing that plays its own strings.
Because you are me. And I am you.
Nothing can part us, One in the Truth!
Amen.
—
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ocean swirls and churns
feelings thought dead resurface
rumbles of desire
tides wash out unconsciousness
deposit new embraces
—
My first knowing try of this “female” Japanese form. I wrote some over a decade ago, but doubt I really understood the form. I’m not sure I understand it yet, but Toni is helping out over at
dVerse MeetingTheBar. 🙂
Hurts, doesn’t it?
I shouldn’t touch that, should I?
How are we doing today?
Your questions jar me into awareness
so I can remember
that my pickles are not your pickles.
Your voice jars me open,
shattering the open jars
of my pickled brain.
—
Björn’s chosen word is “jar” for Quadrille 13 at
dVerse.
Come join us – drinks and entertainment are free, and the Quadrille is always fascinating! Pickles not required.
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
1. I was a lady once.
I was a lady once.
Marriage, child, all in order;
Duties, boundaries, rules and borders.
I was a lady once.
2. I was a servant, too.
I was a servant, too.
Cook and clean and keep the homefire;
Mother and ignore desire.
I was a servant, too.
3. I am a Spirit true!
I am a Spirit true!
Now I listen, all in order,
Breaking chains of rules and borders.
I am a Spirit true!
4. I am a shining jewel!
I am a shining jewel!
God that lights and lives creation
Is my every animation.
I am a shining jewel!
5. I am a lady still.
I am a lady still.
Changing life, unchanging Spirit;
Gentle voice inside, I hear it.
I am a lady still.
I am a lady still!
—
This was written for the last day of prompts for the Fifth Anniversary of
dVerse.
Gayle Walters Rose asked us to consider a belief we once held that has changed. She presented other questions and possibilities, all of which I found intriguing. Read the post! I chose to write about the roles we’re taught or expected to play; there’s an obvious gender stereotype in this song, and a more subtle question of personal identity. The idea broadens to our Universal Identity, spiritual make-up, Cosmic Essence. We are all a Shining Jewel, regardless of our changing roles on earth.
I started these lyrics 2 years ago. Thank you, Gayle, for a great opportunity to finish them and put them to music. They still read like a poem, so I hope my fellow dVerse Poets enjoy the song!
Many, if not all of us at one time or another, live in silent desperation. We feel we can’t tell others what is really going on, so we (try to) hide behind a smiling face, a sense of humor, evasive answers, or in this case, a pink flamingo. May this song be a reminder that we’re all in this together, and there is a Light of Truth behind our identities and expectations!
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
Refrain:
I hid my sins behind
A pink flamingo
So people think things go
The way I wish they would.
But when I take the time
To see the light inside me,
I know it gently guides me
To a place that’s real and good.
1. The paradise I got
Is not the paradise I wanted.
And the love I thought would last,
It slid right down the drain.
And I just couldn’t face the facts
Of the faces and opinions.
So I held it all inside me
And tried not to complain.
Refrain:
2. The picture that I see
Is not the picture that I wanted.
And the things I need to do,
It seems they never do get done.
And I just couldn’t face the facts
Of the faces and opinions.
So I tried to smooth it over
And paint a better one.
Refrain:
‘Cause that flamingo statue can fall over.
And all the stuff behind it can pour out.
My insecurities are like that cover.
God sends the tides and washes them all out.
So no more hiding sins behind
A pink flamingo
So people think things go
The way I wish they would.
‘Cause when I take the time
To see the light inside me,
It always gently guides me
To a place that’s real and good.
A place that God provides me
Where I understand His good.
Ouch! How the thorns of life impress their mark;
Impacting like a traitor in the dark!
A bleeding wound that never seems to heal;
With all the replays, blood cannot congeal.
Too overwhelmed, forgetful in the pain..;
Take heart! The roses always bloom again!
—
I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at
dVerse,
where Björn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!
Whether we seek to know God, a person, or His other creations, it’s all the same: We cannot truly know, unless and until we give up preconceived expectations, ideas, and judgments.
Instrument: Brio – Red Cedar Concert Ukulele
1. So you think you know me,
‘Cause you passed me on the road a time or two.
And you think you owe me
Your opinions and one version of the truth.
Refrain:
You try to tell my story,
But it is not yours to tell.
When you live without its trappings,
Then you can know me well.
2. So you think you love me,
‘Cause you believe I chose the perfect thing to do.
And you think you hold me
In a pretty little box filled with the proof.
Refrain:
3. So you think you see me,
‘Cause you recognize my body in this place.
And you think you need me
To look the same every time you see my face.
But I am writing you a story
That only you can tell.
When you live the truth inside you,
Then you shall know me well.
When you live the truth inside you,
Then you shall know me well.
You shall know me well.
