tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89322582404938127902011-04-21T20:02:24.423-07:00All writings are those of the author, Ric COchran, and are considered copyrighted accordingly.RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-25381133539352252008-07-10T20:43:00.000-07:002008-07-10T21:53:45.051-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SHbeDF2ofrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zcOXhVaMQvM/s1600-h/soulmates.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604962674966194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SHbeDF2ofrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zcOXhVaMQvM/s320/soulmates.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">You just know...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">She's there, and you just know that she's been there a long, long time...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">And you want to hold her and tell her of this incredible awareness,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">That you are old friends!...perhaps very old friends, without regard to time...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">You occassionally just look deep...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Trying to awaken her...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Or to find her behind that veil of the life she wears today.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">There, in the deep of her eyes, behind the nowness that has smothered her realization...she Remembers too.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">And in a moment of pure magic that comes just every so often ,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">In a blink that reveals eternity, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">You both know it...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Feel it..</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Love it...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">And try to hold on...wanting to say it...share it and be in it...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then, with equal force,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">the pull of yang, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">in all it's balancing presence,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">pulls the plug!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Zap...you're back...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">And your mystical moment e</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">vaporates like the last trace of dew on a summer morning lawn...gone. gone.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">"did you just feel that...?" </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">no....</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">no, of course not...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">You move on...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">confused...hungry,</span></div></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">but soul satisfied.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-2538113353935225?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-3047571865093611032008-05-29T20:35:00.000-07:002008-06-20T20:52:58.696-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SFx7BXGqkJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yetaTDIaEQ8/s1600-h/universe+of+God.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214177731900248210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SFx7BXGqkJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/yetaTDIaEQ8/s320/universe+of+God.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >i have strong yearnings to close an abyss between my creator and me...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >as if even considering "space" between us isn't egocentric enough...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >as if I could close this gap...</span><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >as if it would be anything I could do...me...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >really...the biggest part of this problem isn't the distance between me and God...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >it's that I perceive a "me" in the equation in the fist place....</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-family:arial;" >(i think)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-304757186509361103?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-68044454968170987822008-05-29T09:23:00.000-07:002008-06-20T08:49:09.078-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD9zB2nVQuI/AAAAAAAAANI/76YzHtXk-gU/s1600-h/grandpa+and+grandaughter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206006169941132002" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 260px; height: 174px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD9zB2nVQuI/AAAAAAAAANI/76YzHtXk-gU/s320/grandpa+and+grandaughter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >...my friend was reflecting on his 3 year old grandaughter..."man...I wish there was some way I could make her understand just how much I love her...you know, that she'd completely comprehend the depth of my love for her...she does seem to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >sense</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" > my love at this early age...often she'll crawl up into my lap so peaceful and contented...trusting, but I want her to know with every morsel of her soul and intellect that papa's love is eternal...uncompromising and not contingent on anything!..." " I wonder how she'll ever know just how deeply i love her..."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >I thought about this then suggested he </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >write it down</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >...as a letter from him to his little grand daughter from her lovng PaPa. Her mom could keep it for those later years when she will enjoy the memories and better relate to the whole love message. Then I considered...wow...who doesn't want that letter...! Who doesn't want that absorption in a love that saturates and pours over us us like a river running it's banks...we all want that!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >"Hey I said...write that letter twice...send one to yourself...and sign it form PaPa God.</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-6804445496817098782?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-29397151528969548302008-05-28T19:50:00.000-07:002008-06-20T20:54:18.807-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD4aJ2nVQoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/97Nh6pq2Jns/s1600-h/newborn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205626975868502658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="305" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD4aJ2nVQoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/97Nh6pq2Jns/s320/newborn.jpg" width="209" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">tiny spirit specs</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">laughing, dancing, flitting through the universe</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">they see all,</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">know all, </div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">love all.</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">then, in a flick they slow.....</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">slowing, slowing....</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">s l o w i n g....</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">settling into a new place,</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">warm and sensual newness...</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">there, they birth....</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">to re-experience</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">to remember</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">to remind</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">to point the way...quickly!</div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-FAMILY: lucida grande">(before they forget)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-2939715152896954830?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-13734637957692291592008-05-28T12:58:00.000-07:002008-06-20T20:55:31.878-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD4fOGnVQqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d2_hCFO4_qo/s1600-h/piano+keys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205632546441085602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD4fOGnVQqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/d2_hCFO4_qo/s320/piano+keys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD4eIGnVQpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i0Hdn4miOp0/s1600-h/piano+keys.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD25dmnVQmI/AAAAAAAAAME/ZQtEw1HLWu4/s1600-h/piano+quilt.jpg"></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:arial;" ><strong>eighty eight choices ...</strong></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"><strong>endless harmonies... </strong></span></div><div style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"><strong>and before one note is struck, you've headr her song...</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-1373463795769229159?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-10381969741742719382008-05-28T12:37:00.000-07:002008-06-20T20:56:19.482-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD25BWnVQlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NDPzaS2AG7M/s1600-h/chagall+lovers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205520177211720274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD25BWnVQlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/NDPzaS2AG7M/s320/chagall+lovers.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:lucida grande;" >i </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >have loved you here and now...and in every moment of the infinite...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >bathed in a November moon near craggy Connemara peaks...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >blanketed in a Little Bay sunset...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >near a laughing hearth on a raging winter's deep...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >i have loved you in the deepest, reasonless scapes of my midnight dreaming...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >and in the midst of a day's toil.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" ></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >you are now...and then...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >the vapor that sustains and extends my living.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" ></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >when i romance you, i romance life...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >i am lover then...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >loved...and </span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >love.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-1038196974174271938?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932258240493812790.post-58786198419730333512008-05-28T09:08:00.000-07:002008-07-07T19:02:58.432-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD2DvmnVQjI/AAAAAAAAALs/IblV0czoMYg/s1600-h/woman-holding-pillow_~px258045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205461598152770098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z73p6oDI-U/SD2DvmnVQjI/AAAAAAAAALs/IblV0czoMYg/s320/woman-holding-pillow_~px258045.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:lucida grande;" >i</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" > dread the smallness of me in this bed</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >layers of bedclothes won't drown the lonely...</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >cannot thaw the walls of ice that trap my soul in this house of one.</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" >mindlessly...</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" ><br /><br />i roll to my left</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:arial;" ><br />to a space</span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:arial;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255);font-family:lucida grande;" >he kept.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932258240493812790-5878619841973033351?l=rcpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>RIChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846868376452513127noreply@blogger.com0