Mermaid Healing

I have this blog
this other account of life
where my Pen Name is my Real Name
and Cyberspace is my home.
My ocean of friends
drink my words
the text of my life
flowing through me
instead of blood.
The world outside
sees my distortion
my linear nature bending
reaching for something
they cannot give me
that I give myself.

A blessing
writing
till there is
nothing left to say.

Harbor

(original song by Vienna Teng)

we're here where the daylight begins
the fog on the streetlight slowly thins
water on water's the way
the safety of shoreline fading away

sail your sea
meet your storm
all i want is to be your harbor
the light in me
will guide you home
all i want is to be your harbor

fear is the brightest of signs
the shape of the boundary you leave behind
so sing all your questions to sleep
the answers are out there in the drowning deep

you've got a journey to make
there's your horizon to chase
so go far beyond where we stand
no matter the distance
i'm holding your hand

Déjà Vu

I have been here before. I have seen her before.

I have seen the clouds gather, the storm brewing in her eyes released as rain, released as tears.

I have sensed the pain, the weight of her body, the ache in her heart.

I have seen the clearing, the promise of sun, the light in her soul as she feels the change.

I have relived each experience with her, each life, each moment that leads her to

The Answer.

The Gift

Her eyes are the planets I never thought I’d reach.

We believe we can conquer the earth and explore outer space.
We have yet to map the unknown terrain within ourselves. We understand the science, and are beginning to appreciate the soul.

In her eyes, I see everything. If I died today, I would know this. I have traveled beyond the Universe, beyond myself.

All because my little girl picked me.

Halfway There

curry leaves and spices
flavor the oil
the taste of women
I've known

burn the flesh
the brown skin melts
the cream of
an Oreo exposed

this need for space
this American life
heals the heart
the skin still scarred

I love the food
though I can’t make it
meet their expectations
at the door

palms pressed in
namaste
I taste our differences
“Please come in.”

Surrender

semen spray on my heart
against a rock
against a shore of resistance
i give in

*****

I love you, for flowing onto me, into me, for dissolving my rigidity, for encouraging my fluidity.

Old Hair, New Hair

old hair
black and lustrous
thick as night
falling in waves
of careless youth

new hair
thin and waning
streak of white
sliver of moon
sliver of hope

that tomorrow will grow
the old hair back
long enough to connect
her and I

in morning light
my hair’s the same
as I wake to
the fullness of now

Release

I release this monsoon guilt
filling their hearts with my name
drown if you must
I submerge myself

...in
.......peace

The Unveiling

he cradled my words
in his arms
let them rest in the folds
of his ears

he heard
everything
the vulnerability
squeaking
in my voice

love hiding behind
notes of fear

I love

I love the lines on my palm
the print that is my own
I love the thoughts born inside
ideas I have sewn

into a tapestry of healing
colors that reflect
everyone I've ever touched
all that I affect

New Year's Resolution

For 2007, I resolve to be an active listener.

"Active listening is a way of listening that focuses entirely on what the other person is saying and confirms understanding of both the content of the message and the emotions and feelings underlying the message to ensure that understanding is accurate."

It is the door to healing my relationship with my Mother. It is a way in which I can improve my relationship with family, friends, and patients.

For so long, I have asked to be heard. Now that I am listening, they all are, too.

I invite you all to post your resolutions, either here or on your own blog. It does not have to be specifically for New Year's, but anything you are actively working on.

Peace to you all today and always.