Limits of an Infinite Self

For a dear friend on the anniversary of our meeting. As poetry, it's pretty terrible  – but when have I ever let that stop me? (grin) Anyway, a wonderful Solstice to you all. May you survive and thrive in these ever-so-interesting times.

bright as is the birch

two-toned as the pine

somber as the spruce

howso your soul inclines

your thoughts are lively, swift and varied

birds that stop to rest

and sing to me of what they've seen

in south and east and west

there's always some familiar

and always something new

and ever something beautiful

when I can be with you

the light you bring reveals the many

places where I'm blind

and challenges the limits of

my convoluted mind

dharma angel, priestess wise

wounded healer, spirit's bride

child, young one, adult, old

through the ages, names untold

pain and darkness, loss, injustice

karmic burden, ancient scars

heavy laden, strength is fading

home is distant as the stars

drifting through the endless sky

colour, music, dreaming fly

crashing down to earth so hard

feel the grit when you've been jarred

always find a new direction

start another journey's section

making progress, persevering

seeking love to shed the fearing

energetic sensitive

demand the truth, and yet forgive

knowing what's inside of me

accept it all to set us free

you are a universe, all told

connected, real, rich and vast

communicating, soul to soul

a love that longer as it lasts

grows always better than before

more deep and clear and pure and strong

and finds a way through hell and war

to bring us home to hear its song