New Wings ..

 

You can not become a butterfly unless you are willing to give up being a caterpiller    …………

The mystery of the butterfly is not unlike the mystery of the Holy Spirit working within us.  Only when we are willing to surrender our earthly nature to accept the Holy Spirit we will not understand the mystery that lies waiting for us.  Together in the blending our two natures, earthly and heavenly we develop the two wings needed that will carry us through this lifetime into the next.  

Today My God I pray for your intersession in my life to keep me focused on that mystery so I too, like the butterfly, can take up new wings.    bkm

Same Breath

on the way to life 

I fell down a flight of time 

into the subconscious

of an unknown soul

and taking to its comfort

I took up its very breath

stepping closer to a heaven

than consciousness suggests

 

as friend I came to know her

recalling not her name

touching her crown of  rapture

as though it were my own, and

shackling all  misgivings

to dance fertile as decreed

we laughed at the Moon –

absent of  unfounding needs

 

as time released the soul

to give itself a name

though I can not recall

the letters chosen to be read

I climbed towards my own life

comer closer to knowing why

the woman I called friend

shared the same breathe as I…………

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009

Letting Go –

 

The things we touch have no permanence.
My master would say: there is nothing we can hold onto in this world. Only by letting go can we truly possess what is real.

(Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon)

Only by letting go can we possess what is real –the material world is but a substitution for what we really long for, the Love of the Creator and the Light of that being surrounding us.  We spend most of our life seeking this in things that do not last.     Let us take time today to seek what is eternal.    bkm

Postscripts 1-6

 

               1

  

The postscript -

you penciled

at the end of your note

 

 Made me realize

I am but-  an  afterthought

 

                 2

 

Your charm bracelet is heavy

with broken hearts

 

Do you collect them

for show and tell?

 

                3

 

The circumstances of a

prior commitment

Do not give me license

on your dinner offer

 

Though-

 I am tempted

to try your laughter

with my morning coffee

 

                4

 

I write myself notes

So I can get through this life

 

                Don’t forget to

                                Pickup dry-cleaning

                                1 qt of milk

                                a dozen eggs

 

I did not have you on my list

But, I’ve decided to pencil you in

 

                5

 

 

Promiscuous – you say I am

tasting of different vintages

For you, label may carry prestige

but, I ask my palette to be

the judge

 

 

                6

 

Your morals–

are not well coordinated

with the hat you wear to bed

 

I can overlook them for my

own pleasure -

Others may not be so

forgiving

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2009

Found Virtue

I found Wisdom; reflected in a bathroom mirror

There in the dimples that have

Migrated from the rose cheeks

Of  youth,

To rest in the cheeks  crowning  my lower limbs

 

Naked,  She  points to the collection of rocks

On my fingers, noting  their lack of  

Magnificence  to  those worn by

Ocean shores ,  their lack of

Brilliance to that of the setting sun

 

She has been hidden

In time, wrapped tightly in the

Cocoon of  learning, laughing, loving

She is not Knowledge,   She is not

Time,  She is

 

Wisdom,  She does not lie

Nor hold anything back when stripped

And while She begs acceptance for her virtue

“Not Old,” She cries

“I am – Forever Eternal”

 

bkmackenzie

Copyrighted 2009