Longings Enchantments and Sacred Space

(Not) A weather report

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 09:51:00 +0000

Image from Lucy's album

My attention is torn from my writing
by the sudden, raucous rustling of leaves
in the high, sprawling branches of the fig trees
unfurling noisily in blasts of wind
like waves
in a grumbling ocean
whose roar grows very loud
then recedes into
disquieting periods of
quiet

They are lusty and strong, these leaves
Spring's latest and uncontrolled litter
Thrusting upward and spread flat
Harvesting sunlight to fuel
organic factories

We have a mutual respect, I think,
for each other
though not necessarily, mutual
benefit
I cannot help but think that I have
given them little
while they have given me
so much more

Only now can I truthfully say

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 05:33:00 +0000

Image from Lucy's album

You cut the cord of conditional love
by leaving.
I tried desperately to repair it –
Tears, pleas, remonstrations, messages, silence
A pitiful ensemble of self-inflicted pain
and, fortunately,
impotent

Meanwhile, the stream flowed
as steady as ever
unperturbed
like a sleeping
babe

I sat by it
days and nights
wondering at its constancy
its unremarkable magic
of being shaped by the land around it
yet wearing it away
and every stone or boulder in its course,
eventually

Such, I realized, is the nature of
unconditional love
Indeed, there is no other love
for that is love’s quality -
unconditional

And like the stream -
constant
and like its unremarkable magic -
unstoppable
And like the love I’ve now discovered -
free, limitless and without
need

Only now can I truthfully say:
I love you.

For what it's worth

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 12:58:00 +0000

For what it's worth
my arms are open
my heart is warm
my thoughts are loving

For what it's worth
my breathing is gentle
my eyes see goodness
my steps are chosen with care

For what it's worth
I'd rather leave this earth
having sought only peace, joy, goodness and freedom

For what it's worth
I'm still discovering
my uncaused, infinite, imperishable worth.

And what about you?

Unexpectedly

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 07:15:00 +0000

Image from Lucy's album

Dusty sienna
sweeping across my backyard
menacingly
a cosmic sneeze
poised to
erupt

The glow
burns its way
into an unexpected
memory

I look on
a reluctant voyeur
eager to return
to my vague
Now

But the sweetness
Oh where does it come from?
It trails me
like honey
unable to leave
the spoon that's
scooped it

I breathe in
the air of
Now
feeling its
eternal age
upon my
wondering
breasts

It's familiar
this unseen dust
Its message
portent

I return
assured
Now is
all there is.

Eruption

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 05:33:00 +0000

Image from Blogspan

T   o u    c    h................ ing
S o f t.......... ly
M    o v e.................... ing
S     l      o    w......... ly

Erupting

Exploding

The
shock

Excited,
molecules
scatter
unpredictably
across the sense-scape
of my
human-ness

Do the angels in heaven tremble
like I do?
Do they shimmer in radiant dust clouds
of ecstasy
like I do?
Do they feel, like I do,
that the world has finally ended
while I
have
finally
begun?

In a world

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:07:00 +0000

Self-Portrait
(Click here to listen to me singing this)

In a world
A world of our creation
In a world
Of our imagination
You will see
what you have
learned to see
You will feel
what you have learned to feel

Can you see
nature's startling beauty
Can you feel
her moving mist of peace
It's up to you
to reach for higher things
It's up to you
to seek for meaning
'Cos it's a world
A world of your creation
It's a world
of your imagination

Part the clouds
and touch the sky
Always there
and reaching high
Shake the dust
from off your feet
For underneath drums
Love's constant beat

In a world
A world of wild enchantment
In a world
Of sweet intoxication
Poets roam
sometimes in desolation
The lost come home
from numbing isolation
'Cos it's a world
A world of their creation
Yes, it's a world
Of their imagination

Part the clouds
and touch the sky
Always there
and reaching high
Shake the dust
from off your feet
For underneath drums
Love's constant beat

It's a world
A world of our creation
It's a world
Of our imagination...
Of sweet intoxication...
You create...your world
You create...your world

Copyright 2009 Lucy Lopez

The Conscious Mind

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 05:22:00 +0000

Image from Flickr

How I wish
that I could
set myself to
Happiness
and remain there
forever

How I wish
that the dancing light of
Joy
moved into
every dark corner
leaving no room
for hurt, fear
and despair

How I wish
that the ocean of
Freedom
engulfed me
dissolving me
in its
unstoppable waves

How I wish
that every breath of mine
was a breath of
pure Love
filling me with the
complete goodness
of Life

But most of all
how I wish
for the
conscious mind of
Awareness
so that none of these
are hidden from me.

Between the long shadows

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 03:42:00 +0000

Image

Between the
long shadows
of the slipping sun
the spirit of
unspoken sorrows
hovers
trapped in its own
confusion
unable to tell
formless fact
from
fleeting fiction
Ducking and diving
it makes
hollow proclamations
of love
understanding neither
its entreaties
nor its
intent
yet knowing
beyond its own
shadows of doubt
the scourge
of its
endless exile.

Your radiant love!

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 01:14:00 +0000

Radiance by Brent Boechler at bau-xi

I want to
float
unimpeded
on an
imperturbable
bed of
silken, shimmering
ocean
traveling forever
in your
timeless, endlessness

I want to
soar
weightless
through
frictionless
air
charged
by the
radiance
of your
love

I want to
be
shattered
into
iridescence
seen only
by
the unseen eye
of
truth

I want to
be
the glow, the glint, the gleam
that remains
when all else
congeals
into
dim abstraction
The spark
in your
radiant love!

The only note

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 07:20:00 +0000

Image

It melted
like candy floss
on a warm tongue
the anguish
that steadily rose
in the wake of
yet another
public duty
unattended
crackled and fizzled out
dissolving in
the cypher
of love
you sent me
so that I
remain
the only note
in your
wandering
symphony

Too wasted to go home

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sun, 31 May 2009 10:56:00 +0000

Image from Nasa

Oh
to be sure
of my desire
for you!
Even though
I fear
your awesome
might
Even though
I doubt
your ardent
entreaties
Even though
I court
the fickle
winds
of popular
belief
Even though
I collapse
exhausted
by my own
capriciousness
I know
there is
no where else
that I shall
find rest
but in you.
So
let me be sure
of my desire
for you
For without it
I am but
dust
adrift in a
ceaseless sirocco
too wasted
to go home!

You have courted me

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Thu, 28 May 2009 11:47:00 +0000

Image from Flickr

Rarefied
yet reminiscent
of unsoiled
yielding
splendour
The inward
outward breath
rolls
mortality
through the
infinite cosmic-scape
leaving in its path
the soundless sigh
of eternity
in which
you
have
courted
me
endlessly
and I
have
foolishly
refused to
succumb!

Magic!

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Wed, 27 May 2009 05:04:00 +0000

Redland Bay by Lucy

Once again
the day withdraws
into the
vast unknown
hiding all
of life
in watchful
darkness
Such magic
right before my eyes
that what was once
emerald, jade
and peridot
cobalt, sapphire
and ice
are now coal-grey
shrouded
as if
by the veil
of night
Right before my eyes
day has become night!
Magic, I say
nothing less!
The same
spell-binding magic
when my fear
becomes
freedom
right before
your love-filled eyes.

Can love be more?

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Tue, 26 May 2009 03:14:00 +0000

Image from Playseesmile

It gets subtler
this dream
that I live
It gets subtler
this I
that I call me
It gets subtler
this line
of separation
Against
the grinding weight
of unawareness
the transparent
noumena!
Radiant rapture
self-revealing
neither beheld
nor beholding
Can love
the unchanging presence
be more?

The unsurpassable delight

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Mon, 25 May 2009 04:56:00 +0000

Image from Jakking

Have I not
touched
the freedom
of non-attachment?
Have I not
been spent
with ecstasy
from love unmade?
Has my languor
not been
sweetened by
your ageless perfume?
Haven't the
shadows
of my gloom
been irradiated by
the lustre of
your truth?
Haven't I
died
and risen
in the womb
of your
eternally unfolding mystery?
Why then
do I scrounge
in mindless desperation
for scraps of
fleeting relief
hoping
as only a fool would
that they will
somehow offer
the unsurpassable
delight
that is only ever found
in
you?

Completed at last

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sat, 23 May 2009 03:35:00 +0000

Image from Boston

Enchanted
by the
whisper
of
abraxas
in my heart
Disarmed
by the
unconditionality
of
your gaze
Silenced
by the
desire
in
your lips
on mine
Enthralled
by the
symphony
of
your spirit
in me
Filled
by the
emptiness
of
all needs
Completed
at last
as I
have
always been
in
us.

Freedom itself!

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Fri, 22 May 2009 04:48:00 +0000

Image from Flickr

Is it your sigh
that hangs
in this
smoke-blue day?
Is it your gaze
that reflects off
each leaf upon
tree and ground?
Is it your touch
that moves
in the air around?
Is it your prayer
that lifts
my thoughts
into lofty grandeur?
Is it your love
that rings
through
this sacred space
that I have learned
to call
by
my name?
Ah,
to disappear
and leave
only you
in my place!
It is insane
that I
deny myself
such
freedom!

My heart is anxious

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Thu, 21 May 2009 01:57:00 +0000

Image

And now that
the rain has ceased
having left its traces
of diamond drops
glittering in the
new light of an
ancient sun
my heart is anxious
for the day to
quickly end
and dusk's
gossamer vigil
to lure me
once more
into its sweet
alcove
where you
my darling
await me

Why did you come?

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Wed, 20 May 2009 06:38:00 +0000

Image from flickr

Why did you come?
What brought you back
after all this time?
Ah
I know what you will say
That you never really left
That I have always been
like home cooking
and fresh mint toothpaste
an everyday event
lingering
long after
being forgotten
or secreted
in the private
quarters of your mind
and the guarded
chambers of your heart
and
always
always
kept warm
by the love we made
once upon a time.

Trickling Rain

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Tue, 19 May 2009 01:25:00 +0000

Image from Wesleyan

Upon the final drops of
trickling rain
the sigh from your
unspoken pain
is offered to the
world's spirit
An ancient carriage
A timeless aftermath
Still raw and undefined
Caught in water that shall
purify and nourish
Earth Mother
and all her offspring
So that you
and I
are consecrated again
in trickling rain.

Take charge of this soul

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sat, 16 May 2009 14:48:00 +0000

Image from flickr

Should the crimson daylight
be swallowed by a dusk of sultry blue
before I have had the chance
to cross the Bridge of Time
with you
drawn once more
by your soft, warm lips
into the eternity of
our union,
then, my love
take charge of this soul
lest it lose its way
in the undulating fields
of blinding sorrow
and uncharted tomorrows
remembering always
that I exist
for you and you alone!

That light, my love

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Fri, 15 May 2009 15:49:00 +0000

Image from flickr

The light that
floats upon your skin
and rests upon your cheekbones
leaving some of you in
a valley of shadows
marrying sun and moon at last
That light, my love
quenches a longing
so mired in aimless wandering
I would happily die
knowing that
upon you
it held my final gaze

I long for a freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Thu, 14 May 2009 01:06:00 +0000

Image from flickr

I long for a freedom, a freedom from distrust.
I long to be able to look at someone, anyone
and feel only the awe of encountering the divine
rather than the tugs of caution that arise all over my mind
warning me to speak little
smile only this much
ask nothing
and keep a distance
when what I really want to do is
lie down in familiar comfort
with the more of myself that I encounter
in you
disguised, for now, as a
stranger.

Who am I?

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Tue, 12 May 2009 03:35:00 +0000

Image from Harpers.org

I asked myself this question:

Who am I?

Then I sat in a silence occasionally interrupted by a thought or a sound or a memory. For a while, the screen in my mind was filled with a nebulous, white haze. So I asked the question again. After a while, I found myself in the cosmos, in a star-speckled indigo darkness.

It is strange to say that I 'found myself there' because, in fact, 'I', as I generally think of myself, was not there. Instead, this cosmic space. So I surmised that I must be that. Or rather, I must be that which brought it into being, or a part of that which brought it into being.

It was then that I felt the undeniable presence that pervades all of life, that is both the lowest common denominator and the grandest, limitless, all-pervading, all-encompassing presence beyond which there is nothing. And I knew beyond doubt that I had to be, at one time the expression of it and the power of it and that I carry within and as me, all of it.

noreply@blogger.com (Lucy Lopez) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 13:15:00 +0000

Image from http://www.bctree.com

Let’s rush madly into sweet enchantment. Leave your troubled heart right here for it weighs you down. Besides, who needs a heart when you’re about to enter the heart of life and love itself? No, my song of heaven, leave it here, right here. Then let’s rush madly into love’s open heart, let’s be swallowed up in timeless enchantment where every longing shall be finally put to rest.

There is nothing so sweet, so turgid, so close to bursting. Not even the plum nor the grape, ripened to perfection under the sun, compares with the fullness that awaits us in the heart of enchantment! To ponder it would simply drive one insane. Yet to enter it, ah the ecstasy! Don’t even try to put it in words unless you are prepared to turn mad.