You put your love
in me
seed to soil
sand to shell
pen to paper
heart to heart.
Now you touch
all I touch.
Sprouting extra arms
to embrace
the ecstasy that dances
between us.
Earthbound octopus
swimming
in this sea
of beauty.
Tag Archives: Jill Lurie poetry
Wild Kingdom
At last
the light comes in
gentle, luminous.
A gift
from my own hand -
a woman’s touch.
Folding myself back inside.
origami….a love note.
Me to me
is ecstasy.
Handmade paper lanterns
transparent, fragile, radiant
fill this heart
and make the short journey
from chest to crown.
It only took a lifetime to get here.
An open expanse
A place to breathe
Wild kingdom
I will never
conquer.
{Jill Lurie 7/19/12}
Little Things
Sometimes
It’s the big things
Like the way I know you
As the sun
Warming an entire field.
The ocean
Offering the world a drink.
This heart
Nurturing the universe
Between us.
Other times
It’s the little things.
Like the way I know you
As the tiny hole
Receiving the seed.
The wax comb
Receiving the honey.
The smooth shell
Receiving a grain of sand.
{poem/photo: Jill Lurie}
Life’s Work
Stones land at your feet
To remind you
Of permanence,
To teach you
That sooner or later
It all comes crumbling down.
You can build a bridge
One pebble at a time
This is your life’s work…
But you are not the builder
Or the bridge
Or the destination.
You are not even the traveler
Finding your way
From one place to another.
Squeeze too tight -
It all turns to sand.
Take too much -
One stone turns to twenty
And the load
Breaks your back.
One day
Decades or minutes from now
The bridge that gave you purpose
And a perception
That there was more to do
And more to come
Will fall to the earth…
And you realize
You’re that tiny stone
Finally
Heading back
Home.
{Jill Lurie 6/13/12}
Twin Flame
You are the camp fire.
I am the wild fire.
Do not envy me,
This grass is not greener.
It’s barren and obsolete.
I consume entire hillsides in a single breath.
The heat takes over, and I can’t see a way out.
I smell of ash and charred earth.
This is no controlled burn, I will eat you alive.
You are gentle and contained.
A perfect display of stacked wood, pinecones and needles
Added slowly to the heart.
You smell of warmed chocolate and marshmallows.
Your quiet comfort insights laughter and contemplation.
Travelers are drawn to you,
No canvas complete without your unmistakable copper heat.
Under this fervor
I long to be close to you,
To know the freedom of your simple, sustaining light.
We are cut from the same cloth,
We know the same source.
Teach me, dear one
How to tame
This flame.
{poem/photo: Jill Lurie 2011}
Before and After
I could say
That you helped me
Find God.
That in you
In me
Between us
Is the before and after
Of all of life.
That I only know you
As light
Pulsing inside an endless canyon
Electrifying the air
With citrus and jasmine
And things I barely understand
And don’t want to.
That I’m dancing
Between the good and bad
Kind of wailing.
But if I said
These things
People would think I’m weird
Or on drugs
Or that I’ve gone mental.
So I keep quiet
And try
To act normal.
{poem/photo: Jill Lurie 4/18/12}
Offerings
Offer the instrument
Without needing
To hear the music.
Offer seeds
Without needing
To eat the feast.
Offer kindness
To the one
Who can’t
Return it.
Offer light
To the one
Who can’t yet see it.
Offer love
To the one
Who needs
To go away.
poem/photo: Jill Lurie
A Table of Fruit & Roses
So many people flowing in and out of my life these days! Wow. I got yet another message from a friend today who plans to spread her wings. Sending her IMMENSE love.
There are opportunities everywhere to focus on the beauty – keep it in your heart, even when the other takes flight. It’s a beautiful dance…I am grateful for all of it.
“A Table of Fruit & Roses”
Little love angel
You flow
In and out.
And so it is again.
Each time
Bringing gifts of
Beauty, love
Patience
A table of fruit and roses.
Deep roots
Stretch
To where I won’t see them…
Delicate petals
One day
Will find me
In the wind.
poem/photo: Jill Lurie
Still Gliding
Embracing
The now-ness
Of this.
You have gone,
And so it is.
Folding you
Into this heart
This light.
I’m still gliding
Though it seems
You need
To float
Away.
poem/photo: Jill Lurie
Spring
Watching the petals drop
Do I have to let this season go?
The flow
Is not of our doing,
And some things ripen
Before we are ready.
Help me build a bridge
To knowing you
Outside your body…
Your light, your laugh.
Find me in the garden
Warm air buzzing,
Faded flowers
Whispering your name.
poem/photo: Jill Lurie
