Tuesday, January 10, 2012

If I Wanted Someone



"like the memory from your mother’s house
from before you got too old

like the feeling from a photograph
before it’s meanings all got told

the words I say can be silver,
but what’s left unsaid can be gold

so get to know me once I go away

maybe ‘cause I come
from such an empty-hearted town

or maybe ‘cause some love of mine
had really let me down

but the only time I am lonely
is when others are around

I just never end up knowing what to say

if I wanted someone to clean me up,
I’d find myself a maid

if I wanted someone to spend my money,
I wouldn’t need to get paid

if I wanted someone to understand me,
I’d have so much more to say

I want you to make the days move easy

I took everything I thought
from what it means to be a man

we need words to be put
to what we do not understand

while you lean into the echoes
and you do not raise a hand

oh woman, help me see it like it is

if I wanted someone to cut me down,
I’d have handed you the blade

I want you to make the days move easy
I just want you to make the days move easy"...


Friday, November 25, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011

let it go

oil pastel by jabelico


~If you wanna fly,
you got to give up
that shit that
weighs you down
.~

Toni Morrison




Monday, October 10, 2011

glitter

oil pastel by jabelico


"When my mind swallows me whole
with it’s mocking ‘how do you do?’
I go to my corner of silence
and hold glitter in my hand
to throw into the sky,

in the hope that it might

show freedom to me in tears

When my heart aches with a sadness
for my world that has gone mad
I climb into a moment of respite
and let a shining song wash over me
so in the sparkling I might see

a glimmer of hope in today

Today I found myself breathing
hot and dry air on my scar
and saw the rusted chains
that keeps me captive to the ground
so I reach in,

but not a sound

my glitter, there is none".


(cat, your truth is my mirror)



Monday, September 26, 2011

raw

"oil pastel by jabelico"


In the tender
raw places
in the barren
and grieving spaces
there is medicine.
Be still.
And in your stillness
listen.
The soul sings
inside the silence
it's music a hymn
to the gentlest grace.
Listen to the lullaby.
It is balm for the heart
ease for the mind.
Like the sage says:
"True medicine is found
inside
the
wound."




Friday, September 2, 2011

solitude


It is not physical solitude that actually separates one from others; not physical isolation, but spiritual isolation. It is not the desert island nor the stony wilderness that cuts you from the people you love. It is the wilderness in the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. How often in a large city, shaking hands with my friends, I have felt the wilderness stretching between us. Both of us were wandering in arid wastes, having lost the springs that nourished us -- or having found them dry. Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.

~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh ~


Friday, July 8, 2011

the sweet beautiful blue

Untitled from Jabelico on Vimeo.

oh... the morning's
I think they were the best,
awaking at the edge
of such a sweet delicious blue...
the sun
poking it's head out so quietly
gently nudging us to come and play
each morning...
connecting
swirling
jumping
floating

completely
saturated
in the sweet, sweet blue.



Thursday, June 23, 2011

Hafiz







We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.

Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.

Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play."

For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,

But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom and
Light!

~ Hafiz ~