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December 2009 
In the Mist
Posted on Jun 25th, 2009
by 
Doug
Doug
Have you ever stood outside
At night in the mist
Looked up at the darkened sky
Felt the cool air on your face
And your lips silently form the words
I love you
And you want those words
To reverberate through all
The dark matter
To vibrate in the energy fields
The brown grass
Where you lay down
To imagine clouds drifting through the blue
You want those words to travel
On those imagined clouds
And if you should be in the mist of them
You’ll feel those words
And the magic is
I feel them too
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Have I ever? Yes, yes, and yes!
Feeling the energy of reverberating words melting into love-mist, and the disappearance of separation between *I* and *you* as love works its magic.
Thank you for these words!
Ruth
Hi Ruth and TY!
It's good to get lost in the mist huh? :-)
This morning while getting that first cup of coffee and making my son's lunch, while my fragile dreams where lifting and I remembered I had written this last night before I drifted off. I let out a gasp! And my wife asked “what's wrong?”
I lied and said it was something I just remembered from work. Ironic!
Then again it was Before that first cup! Lol!
This is beautiful.
Yes I have.
I have - in the mist.
I have - feeling the warm midnight wind on my skin.
I have - in the silence of snow.
I have - in the rain.
TY Joanna!
So you heard me?
Isn't funny how line, distance, time, you, me all dissolve into that numinous moment we whisper?
The fragility of the poem enhances its beauty!
I have. And, had confirmations the words were heard - by at least those present within my thoughts at the moment of speaking.
Within the deeper realms, there is no distance :)
TY soleil!
It's only the thought that we are something that takes up space, that is on a linear path of time that creates distance. But the truth is everything you can imagine is right here/now. :-)
This is one of your best yet dear Doug! Thank you for bringing this for us to share!
TY Jami! The other day I was thinking about what poetry is and I thought that perhaps it is everything that is wordless, can not be said that ironically is expressed using words. It also occurred to me that we are that too.
Oh, Doug!!! The answer is a wild, screaming, painful YES!
I feel it as the thirst for God! It is deep inside, yes? Deep inside! I feel we all have it, only society has trained us not to want God, not to want the ultimate - be fine with little, be fine with small! No! I want the whole universe! It is my birthright! The birthright of every soul, yes?
We are surrounded by crowds of people that are completely devoid of that thirst, and we repress it! - suppress it! Till soon we don't feel it!
We look mad to want so much, feel so much - write beautiful poetry (smiling!!!)
I rejoice in YOU, Doug!
I hope you go mad with love, with union, with desire and thirst!
May you awaken in this insane feeling of love - may every cell feel the potential of love!
Not a pat on the back and a pacifier will do for a lover of the divine!
BIG HUG!
And Happy Holiday!
with love!
Cheyenne
Hi Cheyenne! Oh good you found the words I wanted to share! Don't know why I pulled this one out of the archives today, but I was thinking now who was I in love with when I wrote this and I couldn't remember!! SHOCK! And then I did remember that I just was in love, like I'm just surrounded by it like amniotic fluid swimming waiting for the next dark space where love hasn't reached yet, and that space didn't exist until the moment love wanted to expand and fill it.
Big Hugs You
all love!