Choice Amongst Choices

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Are you being picked as a spring flower out of a field?

Or through a man's search for a wife a hundred years ago?

Came to selection night and these processes still exist

Go on and rule our fortunes or lack thereof

I keep wondering about a world I imagined

I structured quietly in my backyard

 Sitting at an empty table yet there were thousands, millions of souls

Beside me

I chose them as much as they chose me

In the time of butterflies, I sat sensing the future and the days I knew would arrive

I did not hurry the passing of the meetings,

The chores back than were simple,

The water I carried was cleansed of all metal, it was pure and full of dreams

 Are you choosing or is someone choosing you?

Are you standing or simply floating without knowing?

Are you deserting your presence or running away from your past?

 Will you know the difference?

 By Lucie T. on 7/14/04

FAMOUS (1998?)

It took him a while
To keep himself awake
His eyes wanted to close
And his body desired to swim
Back into the warm sheets
As if a boat flew
Into a sunny, summer port
He just enough held himself above the water
Put his blue flannel shirt on
And went to work with a smile on his face
He looked like a chameleon
The deep red clouds spread all over the sky
He looks at his hand
He takes a long still look at his hand
He wants them to be free
Plans to go home and eat
Dinner he makes himself
Already lets us know of its presence
The aroma splits the air into an equal half
He doesn't push you away
When you want to listen
He doesn't please you to stay
If you don't desire to
He will put his hand into fire for you
Just for this
He will be in the hall of fame
He ate, drink his tea
Played with his dog and went to sleep
You might not know him well
But he draws a clear picture in the hall of fame.

Year in review... FB style

Thought this came out well, so posting it.

Guardian

With the example of Rumi in the mind today and every day,

Only one beloved in this world, his love becomes yours through this fire,

Fireplace full of candles instead of wood, light each one with the patience of a 100 year old woman,

Through all the different heights and colors,

Forming a pyramid of light and warmth.

You have been chosen to guard and protect these shimmering dancers of time,

Flickering left, flickering right, each dancing with the honorable intention for the New Year,

The new moon eclipse, and the daylight that will burden their chore today but will melt away the last twelve months.

Once you experience the warmth of his touch through all the movement in the dancing candles,

Only one that ferociously gives this love and life and light,

A candle and a water reflection,

Two swallows choose a direction,

Following the reflection of the fire in the water,

Guard this secret for the one and only beloved,

For he comes when you believe and let him wake through your vessel of life,

Through the vehicle of your soul, allow the journey to the New Year,

Caringly oversee this spectacle of time and light,

Essence and fear

Crime and truth

Days and nights

Accept the role you have been ushered,

Pass it onto the next guard in a year’s time.

At once the fireplace should be filled with candles instead of wooden logs for this time of the year.

Only one beloved will carry this light,

For the next twelve months, you will serve as the guardian of light.

12-12-09

Awake

Many moons I felt incomplete, felt an itch, an underlying notion,

Creeping into my daily dreams, my nightly thoughts,

This very specific urge to feed into whom I truly must be,

Grow my energy and guide my steps accordingly,

Allow myself to fly over the open water without fear,

Over fire fields that swallowed trees and turned ground black,

Over water that is wild and unhinged and unafraid to crash against a rock.

Connecting what is a dream and what is not,

Piecing the real and the imaginative making a necklace to wear, full of rough-edged stones,

Colorless, blowing in the dark, blinding colors!

There and here lay stocks of books, overflowing with inspiration

Full of outlived dreams, that created the world I know and the world I aspire

With a small tribute to a man,

I now walk into the wild, the wilderness of my soul.

12-12-09

An Bold Eagle's Moment

An inspiration occurs in a flash of wing's flap

The idea and it's urge to realize it is so strong, stronger than your own breath

It soars as an eagle into the vastness of the blue sky

If you take no action it flies off to kill a prey and the moment of eventualities is gone,

The otherwise fruitful land won't turn seeds into flowers and trees,

Should you follow the eagle's swift and determined journey,

There is no telling whom you will become and if today or in three years time.

Risk is gain is what they say, I tend to agree

Though I myself play my hand of cards safe to a tee.

I watch the bold eagle get away time and time again.

My only prayer is that one day

I will board a cloud next to this creature of might,

My ideas spreading the net as if a wingspan all over the sky of life.

12-12-09

Light me a 1000 candles

Light me a thousand candles
Sit by me and look into the movement of the fire
What do you see?
Is it yesterday's childhood dream?
or today's quiet perseverance?
Maybe even the future can be seen.
In the mean time reach out over the warm soldier heads
Feel the possible, the sensation that rushes through like a transiberian train, moving through snowy planes at light speed.
Sit by me and light me a thousand candles,
Follow the wax, which slowly and patiently is building a mounting protecting shield before any calamity can deter the horsemen from their destination.
It is safe, it is warm and it is clear.
Make a journey today into tomorrow, slip down onto your knees and light me a thousand candles.
If you please.

12.11.09

For SA

A Simple Cry

A Simple Cry:
Today my bare feet aren't brave enough,
perhaps tomorrow or the day after,
I wish for sand between my toes and sunshine,
I long to remember the days when you and I were making each other laugh,
If my heart could speak, what language would it choose to convey its very bottom?
And so instead I wonder what... kind of food hell serves, fried perhaps.
What is love if not the universe's beat and hope for the human kind and spirit?
I'll miss you today, tomorrow and always.

-me
10.30.09

31

Three and one tree that lines your street
Thirty one reasons to live out loud
Thirty one ways to adore time
Thirty one days to a month that becomes a year that fulfills a life
Thirty one nights that are remembered while sitting on a rock in central park you call your own
Thirty one suns that burn as desire awakens within
Thirty one smiles in an hour while you stand on New York City avenue and count them down
Thirty one blank faces which one smile instantly redeems
One day in thirty one days you may feel as if
Only that day matters and there is no need to think past that day
Thirty one pages in a notebook that you keep by your bed side
In case of a dream that is to be set free
Three plus one is four.. four seasons ahead
Four seasons past
Thirty and then one flaps of a seagull that is occupying a nearby beach
Freedom comes when you invite it in and embrace it in three and one ways
Thirty one is a number full of thirst, enlaced with infinite possibilities.


Written  2.21.09
For a Birthday gift

ICICLE

I picture everyone I know

And see them go through roller coasters

Every season brings a different speed

The most wonderful aspect of winter

Is the stillness it brings and the whiteness it entails

Crunching of the snow as you walk

Snowflakes that fall quietly

Far from the loudness of the monsoon rains

It is towering and building without a sound

You look out of your window

And with some luck

There is a bunch of icicles

Hanging in that peaceful fashion

As only icicles are able

You may run your fingers over them to

Make sure they are real

Breaking the thinner ones as your fingers slide

Before breaking them and sending them parachuting down

Stare for a moment through each one

Let the blue, purple and yellow reflections hit your eyes

And so you will spin into an unfamiliar stillness

May even cry with happiness

What is a second of nothingness and light?

Eternity of peace and soul flight

With that in mind

I would like to wish you and yours will take the icicle

And spend one moment each time your mind

Craves stillness to be about

Then you will look through it

See the film and see yourself; see your loved ones

And the ones that have passed

See it all in an icicle

In a split fraction of time

May the next four seasons be filled

With an abundance of peace and icicle moments

All the love and peace,

Lucie Teichmann

December 2008