Love Song is meant for the seeker and the lover. It is designed to ignite the heart. This book draws you in and reminds you of a way of being that most of us don't opt for consistently anymore. The words invoke an experience of ecstatic love and oneness through honest introspection and vulnerability that is intimate and delicate and rich with imagery. Open it to any page and see for yourself.
love song
Poems & ProseBy CybeleTrafford Publishing
Copyright © 2012 Cybele
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4269-9004-5Chapter One
This book is a love song to the God in you.
Let these words seduce you into your Self. Let the sound of them drum off the tongue and pick at the iceberg that now encases your heart. May they stimulate courage. Nothing can hold us back when we are no longer afraid to trust.
Lose all the notions you've held so close.
They have no meaning now.
Lose them and meet yourself in this dark.
Everything you've ever most deeply wanted
is already yours,
is with you in one form or another.
I will dance with you here,
out beyond desire.
Because there is no well, I become water.
Because the heart of this world sleeps,
I have chosen to be the awakened spirit that lives its
dream.
Instead of remaining hungry, dear one,
become the nourishment you need.
What would you be willing to do for oneness?
There are times my loved ones ask me to do things I was not designed to do. I am a heart. I cannot detox for the liver or do the heavy lifting of bones. These have to learn the joy of accomplishing such feats themselves.
I am your center, your soul muscle that works tirelessly on your behalf. I enliven you. I remind you that you are worth every effort. Recognize my importance in your life and yours in mine, and together we will become far more than a body.
My soul is a stallion waiting in the gate, restless to give its all for you.
This wide-open and hollowed self, a common reed, noted for her divine music.
We are each instruments. Lean towards God's breath. Let the song that fills you be this empty, this full, this free.
I have made Love my God.
Sure, there are other gods to worship.
We all know them:
Substance, jealousy, greed, distrust, deceit,
pride, nostalgia, security, omnipotence, seduction ...
If you sway in their direction,
good luck with that.
I've knelt to them many times
on many occasions.
It never worked!
Such fleeting satisfaction,
such mediocre benefits.
The God I've chosen and I
kneel to each other,
divine mirrors,
ecstatic mutual servitude.
A life of service
is a life of joy;
Giving without condition,
the ultimate freedom.
Arrive inside this moment and meet yourself.
We are nothing but phantoms till we approach this table, surmise that it is safe, and sit down to eat.
This laden bounty is all fruit of the One to which we belong.
Breath is Her gift.
Unwrap its treasure.
Inhale and experience the gratitude that is resident to your heart.
How patiently she sits, awaiting visitors.
How attentively she watches the door, listens for any sound, awaiting you.
If this is slumber, don't wake me. I want to be a moth to this flame. There are flashes of lightning in my heart that the ground in me swells to meet. It is a total annihilation welcomed with every cell. Waves of passion overtake me. The eyes close and the head tips back to greet them. It is the sacred dance of homecoming, the new blending itself into old in the ritual manner and all the curtains opened wild and wide to the wind in utter surrender, speaking the words, move me, move me with this love you feel. Touch me like I want only you, only you to do. I am here, yours, present and ripe, with utter and raw abandon.
Let love feed the deep hunger. Let love finally salve and heal the wounds you say it created. God will never make a mess. Only that which isn't love topples this milk carton. Love in her richness bends to lend a hand. There is always a door home though we must decide to walk through it.
You are here to help me awaken. I am so grateful. I see that every act on your part no matter how kind or cruel is a conspiracy, at times unbeknownst to even you, that invites me, calls me to love myself no matter what. You come with God's voice and God's listening to what my soul needs. You know me psychically, implicitly. You know past knowing. The medicine you are, without understanding, without intention, is always the perfect gift. Thank you.
Reconnection with your soul requires my surrender. It takes silently stopping, pausing even breath, to gather the internal forces I've allowed to stray in divergent directions. I invite their reverberation back into this moment where you have left yourself behind. To embrace this reality of whom you've chosen to be, this other, this non-existent self, is to claim my greatest strength and breathe in life's most excruciating pain. To live here in this Presence, this peace, with or without you, is to love you unconditionally. Thank you for having abandoned Love, an excellent, perfect choice. It has been a tremendous gift, my most challenging opportunity yet. I am here, resting, breathing, unwilling to worry or mourn. I refuse to take your absence seriously. You will return eventually as we all do. Not because we must. It is simply who we are. When this game of choice ends, we relax back into the Self. Patience finds its purpose and its reward in this ultimate homecoming. All paths lead back to the One we are. For now, swing it however you like. Go wild, mosey, meander, even lose yourself deep inside the mind if you wish. Diverge and digress! Explore the sacred choice. God will ring the bell that calls your soul home in perfect time and at a pitch you are promised not to miss.
I perch sleepless and watchful, awaiting my own willingness to show up, a straggler at tonight's affair. I watch for it to resurrect itself and burn off the fear I've let settle around my heart. I'll wait up all night if I have to for the real me to arrive all fresh with evening's air and light with God's twinkled laughter that glints in my knowing eyes. I so dislike this experience of longing for the God that has always, as now, offered Herself to me in the same moment I opt for self-deception and pine for Her. It is a bleak game that spirals in a sloppy misguided fashion. No longer myself, I disconnect so that I can reemerge somehow different, melt down into a more humble version of myself. Why do I listen to that other inner self and take on her notions that bring her to a wall and keep her there? Why do we humans so often make choices that we know won't work? At the core is a mental refusal to love ourselves, to know ourselves as enough, a conundrum that shapes our lives and our world. Meanwhile, birds are conversing loudly about their daily doings, entirely aware of and totally undeterred by global warming. Meanwhile, grasshoppers groom their insect wings and don't consider being falcons. They don't contemplate going airborne. They just do.
No one has morning breath like a river.
It smells of mountains and many miles.
It is betrothed to the willows and riparian
flowers.
Let the mind become oxygenated.
Let it move and meander in Love's gravity.
I will devote myself to you for the rest of my life, no matter the form. The God in you is the one I worship. Your body lays itself across my mind, under mental fingers that yearn to soothe. I want to be that one to caress the quiet hours with you so close that you are my breathing, that the tide inside me has swells that you originate. Utter stillness is the love I have for you and I want it for only us, only our silent pull into each...
