• 01/21/2017 at 9:23 am
    Prologue
    25 years ago
    See me
    Feel me
    Taste me
    Touch me
    Here and gone and here again
    Living, dying, born again
    Moving, flowing, ceasing, stopping
    Flowing, going once again.
    See me
    Feel me
    Touch me
    Heal me
    I Want To Remember
    I Want To Remember
    What weight feels like when one  ( I )
    take it  — Walking  — leg muscles,  feet,
    knees,  lower back,  neck.
     What the breeze feels like.
    What tears are.
    What the heart,   The Heart,   opening
    feels like.
    What a falling leaf does
    What a falling leaf does when it hits the,    lands
    on the,   water.
    Melancholy    Music
    Love     Tenderness
    Fullness    Strength
    Completion    Power
    How to reach out
    How to overcome   grief
    reticence
    uncertainty
    shyness
    I  Want  To  Remember
    God
    Self
    and  Mary
    Walking with the breath
    Breathing
    Sunlight
    Why 
    What comes next after you’re    ( I’m )    ( We’re )   done?
            You    I     We  /    You      Me      Us    /    You’re      I’m      We’re
     Oona Mia singing  —  Clear,  clarity,  crisp,
      a sharpness without being sharp.
      The high notes,  the upper atmosphere.

    Sleep
    Eat
    Drink
    Love
    Not necessarily in that order.

    [ If you could have only one,
    Which would it be? ]
    How to bridge the gap    —    especially
    and stay unexpecting,  not needy.
    How to tolerate the space, that
                ambiguity, that uncertainty.
    The Heart opens
    — not easily
    — not without pain
    a creaky door
    unused
    The      ______      space  —  not dark
                  —  not
    —  blank
    —  but more than blank.
    The space between the silences.
    Tears as joy.
    The Transformation.
    Like  “Chaos”  to   “Order”.
    Pain and sorrow to sublime joy.
    Quiet, rocking gently on little waves.
    From active and powerful   (  to some,    frightening )
     To present and presence and quiet and powerful.
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    A Letter to My Angel
    How was it I did not know you were there?
    Did my mother rock me or was that you?
    Did you breathe life into me when I could breathe only enough 
            to survive?
    Did you revel in my play?
    Yet watch close by?
    Surely you were there at Khe Sanh!
    And brought alive the Nature Spirits in that dead place as you did 
            when I was a child.
    Am I ready, now, finally, to receive you? Or will I still try to hide?
    Those times where you had to stand by me, only to witness and 
            not intervene.  Were those times also hard for you?
    Did you whisper in my ear? Did you witness in my dreams?
    Somehow I got through!
    Somehow we got through! 
    Authentic Movement
    At night.
    In a dreamless state, awake.
    Looking into the dark and
    Into the dark spaces
    Unseen in my soul.
    My Guardian Angel, yes you, there last year,
    Just behind my left shoulder
    But unseen.
    I go back in time, 1 year, 2, 5, 10, to age 3.
    The silhouettes, the hints of the patterns
    Lightly sketched, etched on the photographic plate of my soul
    To slowly be revealed
    When submerged in the liquid of movement.
    I am touched.
    So that’s where this liquid life emerges 
         through the fountain I used to call my eyes.
    Another answer given to a question
         not yet recognized.
    And the lifting of the veils continues
    In this protective womb.
    And the fountain flows.
    Open Circle
    In the end was the light
    Circles
    Rolling
    Rising
    Down
    In   –   Inward   –   Into
    Heart exposed,  pierced,
    Into pain,   Into tears,   Into birth,
         Welcoming pain,
      For without the pain,
        there is no healing
      And without the healing,
        there is no feeling
      And without the feeling,
        there is no life.
    I am dead,  I am dying,  I am death itself.
      Master of all, Master death
      and
        Master all.
    I am a Man and I welcome the pain,
    for it tells me I am alive
        and I live.
    God, pierce my breast, tear it open
    Reach in, match my pain

    and heal me.
    Poems submitted by Gregg Grandson
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