Dancing on the Abyss

by .Robyn Green



Dancing on the Abyss


Won't you take my hand
and join me in the dance
He said, guiding me towards the floor.

Come have some fun,
let your body feel the music
find the beat with its movement
and let your rhythm rise from within
and guide you.

Close your eyes
and smell the notes
feel their sound wrap around you
let each caress soften the body.

Open the heart to your ears
as musical waves wash into you
gathering doubts and fears
within their curls
and replacing them with gentle love.

Feel your feet tenderly move
across the dance floor
creating new life with each new step,
each twist, each turn;

seemingly free from our control,
gliding effortlessly over the surface
leaving not a mark,
but still a lasting impression.

Hold me within your arms
and I will hold you,
so that we may share
the melody that comforts us,
gathering us in,
hugging our spirit with love.

Grasp my hand as I grasp yours,
to keep our momentum
balancing
on the edge of bliss.

If only we could hold this moment
to take with us each day,
to stay forever on the dance floor
never leaving its inviting space;

to spin and twirl in the love
to sway in His arms,
never needing anything more
than to dance on the abyss.



Here and Now

Touch the point
where two surfaces meet.

Hear the silence
that first greets our awakening.

Taste the moisture
held on the breeze.

Smell the shadow
and let it go.

Here and now, my love
Here and now.

 

 




Crippled Heart


My heart
is like a concubine's foot
tightly bound.

A lifetime
of deforming pressure
suspending growth.

All I have
is a broken stump
crushed by bindings.

In pain
I shuffle forward.

_



Into the Abyss


Come, take my hand and see where it might lead you
Along this path toward the vision you want to have.
Let courage become your guide and comfort you
As the fear subsides and the new beckons.
Hold your breath as you leap off the edge and fly,
Go beyond familiar zones to visit what you have only imagined,
Never daring to create the reality that is yours to have
If only you will let it.

Take all your senses and experience them one by one
See what is before you, smell its essence, hear its voice,
Touch the pulse and feel the vibrancy that is your being
Let it carry you forward to the place where life begins
Where the light outshines the shadow, where the dragon rests
Knowing you have the sword and will draw its blade if needed.
Come, take my hand and together we will enter through the door
And go toward the light, fearless and trusting.



Crying out Loud

It all seems so clear
when you think about it
all those conversations,
pearls of wisdom
windows of clarity;

clear articulation
refreshing in its honesty
unhindered
by misinterpretation
misunderstanding.

No need for translation
we're speaking the same language,
such marshalled thoughts
beautifully expressed;

such openess,
delivered without malice
without intent.

Just expressions,
floating across a neutral space
of understanding
and loving reception.

No need for judgements
and none are given.

For who can hear these words?
Who can feel their anguish?
Their joy?

Not you
for whom they're meant
for crying out loud.

Not you
who was the source
of their creation.

For they are locked
within the head of me
trapped,
by the fear and uncertainty
of crying out loud.




The Pursuit of Joy

People talk
about the pursuit of happiness
and every New Year
we wish them success.

Yet it is joy
that brings salvation,
it is joy
that stands alone
independent, without attachments.

Happiness is bound
in another's complicity,
while joy comes from within
not reliant on others
to be felt.






Rumi

I closed my eyes
and swallowed the air
flushing the chatter
with each outward breath.

I settled into the rhythm
of the voice
that carried the words
to soothe the mind;

each velvet syllable
cradling the body
with whispers of love.

But I am grieving.

Grief mourns
the loss of love,
and I am grieving.



_



Sweet Sleep of Love

"...the soul has in its power to abandon itself, whenever it wishes, to the sweet sleep of love."
St John the Cross


I feel
as if I have awakened
from a deep sleep
and the truth
is an illumination.

My life
now glimmering with possibilities,
my soul,
surrendering
to the sweet sleep of love.

 

 

 

Forgotten Love

I wonder at our very being
at all the things I've seen,
at joyous moments lost to time
and golden hugs between.

Have you forgotten what it's like
to share in such delight?
to feel the freedom that seems so rare
and wander through without a care.

To meet the call with so much grace
to send out love, to hold the space
for someone else to feel divine
and know that you have seen the sign.

Everyone deserves a chance
to pull the sword and raise the lance
to send the demons far beyond
the inner depth of our darkest pond.

Will there ever be a time
when I will know your truth and mine?
flowing in one momentous gush
towards the light of that first flush.

Have you forgotten what it's like
to share in such delight?

 

 

 

For Megan

Show me the door,
help me open it to the
light of sweet consciousness.
Let me swim in the waves
of wisdom
enter the stream eyes shouting,
mouth silently wide.
Oh gather all ye angels around me
and lift me up to that golden place.
Take away this human frame
that knits its bones across my path.
Let the breeze blow the bones to
dusty clouds,
melt away the stringy sinews.
Give me full voice - a full throat
to cast the words on barren and fertile ears alike,
to make sweet sounds
my mouth to visit with your lips
my head alight with your desire.

 

 

Cage

The breath is caught within the cage
fingers of fear squeezing at it
denying its rhythm as day denies
night when the sun and the moon wait
for each other.

Needle points of purple stabbing
at the black-edged pulses, pounding
the cage; breathless waves suck
at the gate straining out the unused,
the denied;

Thin streams escape, bubbles
spilling out, feeling their way, gripping
the chest, pushing through the nasal
back door, filling the cage like the sun
filling the moon.

 

 

 

Mental Ice

I freeze
when asked to voice my thoughts,
this lump of mental ice
inside my head
intractable;

words gag on icy fragments
broken off, indifferent,
clutching to a mind
filled with fluid beauty
trapped into silence
beneath the mental ice.

 

 

Calling

God if you are there
Take pity on this soul whose mortal thoughts
Search endlessly for its essence.
Show unconditional love where none exists
In desperation that it may still wash upon the frozen wasteland
That is my heart and set the throb pulsating.
Cradle the rock, the heavy anthracite wedged in my ribcage
Smother it with your warm embrace and melt it into surrender
Yearning as it does for your compassion to rescue it.

 

 

 


In Exile

I have been away
even though you may have seen me,
but it wasn't me -
just a concept
you had of me, like the hologram
an image projected.

I have been away
living in another's world,
banished to my island-self
surrounded by false currents
drawing me under
sucking at my very soul;
my love in chains
I feared for you and me
and visited with despair and grief.

Without spirit
there is no hope
in exile.

I have been away
but now I see the gifts within
of love and joy
waiting all along
while I searched other planes.
I am no longer an illusion.

No longer in exile.

 

 

 

My House

My house is not in order
I thought it was, but it is not,
it is in chaos; confusion rains on
its roof, self-doubt assails its windows,
self-judgment washes the verandah floor.

I need to set my house in order
to feel free;
for I am grieving again
painful memories have returned
to visit my house, filling it with shame.

Deep inside an inner room
lurks the child,
alone again wanting love,
support, reassurance; somewhere behind
the shut door curled up, afraid and sad.

My house needs pride taken in it,
attention paid to each room, the potential
they hold seen; their doors opened
so that the heart's pulse can wash down
the walls and floors,

bathing the chaotic with its
calm rhythm;
Accept this house as your journey, these rooms
as your memories, these halls
as your pathway to salvation;

The windows reflect your soul
and the roof lifts
to where your spirit is free; desire everything
good for your house: order out of chaos,
peace out of disharmony, love out of fear.

Let your house be worthy as you are,
a temple to yourself;
let acceptance open the doors and windows
of self-love; let this house give you freedom
to love, to create, to nourish.

 

 

 

 

Can See Now!

I say that I am a good listener
But I have not heard a single word you have been saying.
For the first time I opened my ears, my mind, my heart to your words
And truly understood.
I have heard your words many times
And yet their message eludes me - until this moment.
I am bursting with the flood that washes through me
Clearing away the debris long stuck in old memories,
Crevaces of the mind where I have sheltered for too long
Under its umbrella of illusion;
I have listened but I have not heard.
Through my filtered eardrums passed waves of sound
Swirling around many obstacles in a turgid rush,
Whirlpools of confusion cascading over boulders of obstinance
Crashing onto layer upon layer of self-delusion;
Pounding, pounding, in frenzied action until finally
Your words came to rest,
Filling the deep pools beneath the rocky shelves
With their wisdom, their love, their compassion.
Down, down, the words sink into the stillness
Of understanding, small ripples on the placid surface of acceptance.
A new dawning, a new awakening. I have heard at last
And the words ring in my ears with their sweet talk of love.
They reflect on the still surface showing me who they are,
What they are saying.

I can see now, because I can hear now,
I can hear now, because I can see now.