John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

How many donut holes
does it take to make one whole donut?
Is this a holy question?

This poem was originally published at The Camel Saloon in January 2013.

Yoga paths make whole,
send our hearts reaching
out from bodies united
to mind, breath, energy.
We stretch arms, legs, center –
all for blossoms of clarity.

Physical aches and stress clear
away, and even heart’s holes
are healed. Our centeredness
flows from opposites reaching
then blending. Energetic
bodies grow toward union.

Finite minds see unity
with Cosmic Mind; cleared
breath brings life-energy
and mental wholeness.
Contentment at last: a reach,
a handshake, with our true center.

Rambling thoughts are centered;
desperate regrets, fears reunited
with inner peace. Vistas reached
via persistence; wide clearings
bring options and fill holes
opened by misused energies.

Physically, mentally re-energized,
we remember our center:
Honoring the soul makes us whole.
We realize yoga means union
(with God). Our tangled paths clear,
reveal the goal within reach.

Pointless desires drift from reach
of fickle hearts. Our energies
refocus new-found clarity:
Live for God, from our soul-center
to manifest ever-true unity,
the wholeness of holiness.

God’s love reaches us with clarity
to make whole our divided energy:
Our heart-center rests in unity.

No breeze for my wind chimes;
No reason for my rhymes —
Have I outlived my times?
Am I ready for other climes?

Time’s portraits take time…
Walmart is going to start selling
hand grenades. Crow’s feet
around the eyes come
from both trials and smiles.

I am who I am.
You are who you are.
Together
let us see who we can be.

Pregnant with joy and bursting
with love, this world now filled
with possibilities never imagined:
new colors, sounds, scents.
Delicious flavors tease
my tongue. Tingling skin,
quivering belly. My love —
Every joy-filled breath I take
is a baby born of my union
with you. Every ecstatic moment
is a miraculous new universe
spreading gratitude.

When I let things get to me
and checking out begins
to appear a viable option —
I think of slipping a little
yellow Piper Cub out of a blue
sky to a landing amid the green
fields. I want to fly.
I want to live.

Now and then
Tao and Zen
How and when
Why….

Iris yellow, purple, white
Mother’s Day delight —
sparkle in sunlight
at water’s edge.
Clear, hopeful warmth of Spring:
Afternoon church bells ring
and avian families sing,
cheering as my dreams fledge.

—————

Celebrate the feminine!
All that waits, holds, nurtures:
understanding humility with backbone.
Creativity springs from darkness
pierced by pure Light —
supported by Love and giving
birth to Love.

—————

Hope is in the air now.
The scent of sunscreen cannot
block it. Playful screams
of children reveal it. Strolling
families explore this newborn world.

—————

Just overhead
the jetliner flies out
of a fluffy heart-shaped cloud
into endless blue space.
Cupid shot my heart so long ago —
Ah! Joy spills out since I found you.