Release

There are so many things I want to share
hidden deep down inside me
The thoughts bubble up like water
 passing through the cracks and crevasses
 in imaginary walls
 erected to keep the world out

My fear pushes it all back
behind the barrier meant to protect
The fortress is now a prison
where my deepest desires wait to be released
revealed to the one who I pray
will open the door
forever

Eight Days

I am on vacation for the next eight days.  I haven't had a vacation since July 2007.  All work and no play makes Richard tired.  I am ready to recharge my spirit.

Empty

Emptiness fills me
 until I am bursting at the seams
 with more emptiness
 than anyone should have to bear.
I vow to myself
 to empty myself
of all the emptiness
 and start over
filling myself
with the fullness
of life that
makes it impossible
for the emptiness
to ever touch me
again.

RDM

Friends Old and New

I have recognized that I am blessed with many friends.  Every day I give thanks for all of you. I don't always express how you all touch my life and influence me for the better.  I wish I could help you all as much as you help me.  That is the way my life is...I receive far more than I give.  Thank you all my friends old and new.

Thank you. 

Silence

Silence is golden.  I am listening....breathe.

Long Lost Love

I was listening to Journey yesterday while driving home from work and began reminiscing about the "one that got away". I haven't thought about this lost (first true) love in close to twenty five years since the last time I saw her so I was surprised to have some of the emotions return to my thinking. I am not pining for her or anything but it is funny that even after all the time I still feel a little something for her. A tiny piece of my broken heart maybe. Our lives were meant to go in different directions I know that. I just wish I could have told her what I feel...and it would make her smile. Oh, the Journey song I was listening to? Any guesses? Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' Na Na Na Na Naaaaa.

The Path

Emotions like sharp edged, misshaped rocks,
 leave me wounded and bleeding where no one can see.
Still I fight within myself,
to remain true to the path that I am on.
Returning to the love that swells from my soul,
The fullness of it weighs me down.
 My mind becomes weary,
my muscles quiver from exhaustion.
In my mind I try to turn away.
 Not really wanting the gift that I must offer,
to whomever will receive it freely.
I surrender to the pain and feel it,
 in my tears I hear a whisper.
 Love as I love you,
and give it away.
I step onto the path,
again and again.