Winter solstice.....

Shortest day longest night
with all that comes about!
All those things I dread and feared
were but gates to the new from my auld
and tired self,
with the light that shines in longer days
the sun with rays of warmth and glow
will bring the joy I thought long lost
but no...lost not they were
but kept secure within the night.
Occult, concealed just for a while
till the night gave way to bright light.
...

The darkest night must come and go
for us to see the light!

mcr

The old I leave behind....

To make space for the new
it's hard I know
I feel
the pain inside
of letting everything
pass by.

Inside my heart
a conflict rise
wanting to hang on
to the pain,
to what I thought I had
yet was so false in part.

There's no other way
I know, but scared
and sad I find myself.

But to let go
is the path, the job at hand
and empty myself
of all,
of everything
that I am.

And by losing all
I may find myself whole.

mcr

A new star....

A new star to follow
a new dream to live
the old stays back
as old dreams die
and wither within.

Did I dream too much?
Did I overstep my path?
Where did I lost sight
of what matters
and counts the most?

"Hush", a small powerful voice
I hear inside.
"Say no more,
don't let the pain do the talk!"

"The old has to die
to give way to the new.
It's not that it was bad
it's that is of no use.
As stepping stones
along our path
their purpose was served
by pushing ourselves forth
and pulling from upfront...
what is not yet
was helped by the old.
Don't you see... can you see?
It was all meant
to be.

mcr

I'm home....!

Reaching out....

How strange this feeling...

a hand extended, an effort...

with no one at the other side.

The sadness, the anguish

not knowing why.

Did I over extended myself?
Did I over extended my stay?

To move, to search, to seek

in another place

whatever I longed,

hoped and yearned

that wasn't there

but in another place.

mcr

(While living in Puerto Rico.)

Haiku (1)

Hovering......

The unknown my wings beat without end the tension of which I learn to bear. What is, is not yet complete and I need to stay motionless and so very still. From above I see or do I see? Not understanding what lies beneath. Not able to make sense of all the chaos in the grind that's taking place within my heart. And here I am hovering and still, moving and moving not waiting to see while my heart makes her peace. My soundless, motionless action, of being still while everything goes on without me.

-mcr

Uncertainty....

This dithering of my heart
a wavering thought
inside,
what I want I doubt
and hesitate inside.

survive it must
if it's worth to have
it's existence risks if I can't
or want

The space awaits
no time in sight
the unfolded blue
is asking why
can I
do I
will I?

Not known
the choice in sight...
This heart
this "eye" that look
and don't
or won't find

A breath awaits
to clear and say
the doubt
that I won't say
and yet... remains.

-mcr

Dragonfly....

I saw you today,

surprised I was

to see you again.

You followed me

all the way here,

or

were you waiting,

flying and hovering

while I arrived?

You were bigger,

stronger and beautiful,

to miss you quite impossible was.

In front of me there

you were

and I welcomed you again

in my life.

mcr

Moving....

Here I am,

for a while,

the clouds

will take me far.

The sea I'll see

and leave behind

with waves

of water

will say goodbye.

mcr

Unexpected paths...

The long lasting goal of peace and happiness

may come from such unexpected roads.

This one I know,

and walk from now on.

mcr

The gift...

Sometimes it's found in the most

unexpected places....

-mcr

Fantoche....

Genuineness...

what is it?
Should I be worried
for what it is?

"No", I said.
"We should not be worried,
if we remain true
to what we are."

"Fantoche"...
a braggart.
We are not that.
If we walk the path
with a clean heart.

Not that we are perfect,
perfect we are not.
Mistakes in abundance
lie along our trail.

But genuine... not perfect
honest and whole
only one thing
"Fantoche",
oh, that
we are not!

mcr

Do you dare...?

Do you dare to say,
"I love you" ?
Do you dare to cry?
Do you dare to say,
"I hate you" ?
Do you dare to get mad?

But, no only to dare.
But to own what you feel,
love and 'madness,'
hate and kindness,
tears and laughter
as part of the whole
you call you
and I call me.


Do you dare?
I dare you....!

-mcr

This is who I am....

As intense as my love is,

it's opposite habits in me.
I can't let myself be one
and don't let the other be.

It frightens me
well deep inside...
I know
it frightens you
to see this sight.

But what am I to do?
Deny one part to embrace it's
counterpart?
Accept one half
and reject the other side?
Don't you know, can't you see,
by doing this
I cease to exist?

There's no way
no path around,
no other way
but to see it through.

I'll embrace and
care and hold,
receiving as
a grace bestowed
the whole nature
of who lives in me
knowing that the one
without the other just
can't be.

-mcr

Turn the page....

"Turn the page"...
I was told today.
"What was was,
there's no turning back."

Illusions, dreams, wishes
for things to be
and so many other things
stand looking to me.
But none of them were
none of them
indeed.

"Look around,
just in front and here.
Here they are,
those who'll work with you.
Turn the page and you'll see,
a new chapter of
greater things to be."

"Turn the page",
once more the voice said.
"There's nothing,
no one waiting for you
back there."

"Like ghosts of and old house
wandering in pain,
carrying chains around their
necks and legs.
Let them go, cut them loose
and move over a new page.
Write a new story
of endless hope and joy."

"And don't bother to look back...
turn the page
and leave all that behind."

And... I
the only one that can
with decisive hand,
clear mind,
and free heart,
turned the page.

-mcr

Fear....

This feeling that assaults me
the tremor felt inside.
My mind appears to be in accord with them,
can I stand... and defend myself?

What is it...
why is it?
Lack of trust...?
Could "they" be... stronger?


Where's the lack...
the weakness...
the missing link?



As many as "they" could be
"it's not in numbers",
a voice seems to whisper
signaling to me one thing:
" There's no need
no need indeed...
for fear to creep in. "


"It's you that gives them power,
It's you that makes them strong.
They are just but what you make of them
And they are just but empty thoughts."

mcr

The Fool

I am the Fool....
the fool I am
when I give heart
to what don't merit
don't deserve it
a tear
a thought
a feeling
not even a swat!

I am the Fool
the fool I am
when I think it's me
that it's all my fault
and don't see that it's
in their nature
and what "they" do
just show the who
and the what they are.

I am the Fool
the fool I'm not
Cause I see
I feel
I know
and keep walking
like the Fool I am.
The Fool... not fooled
by what they think
will hurt.
Because what doesn't kill me
just makes me strong.
And the Fool I am
just walk away
with all the riches
in my bag
of awe.

mcr

"De sed muerta
te busqué,
papel y lápiz

encontré.
Surcando el papel
en olas que
tormentas eran.

Y no se...
si la sed se mitigaba
o anegaban más mi ser.
De sed viva
surcando lo que
no es papel.
Me mira
y yo miro
a los ojos
de mi sed."

mcr

The Guide....

A journey...

to a place not this.
I was not alone
he was with me.

To the left the sea
a gravel path on my feet.
As he walk in front of me
To slow down I asked
because of my knees.

To find what was lost
to help me out in the search.
To see what I could not see
with his tricks and his wits.

Then I observed
no luggage with me.
It was left behind
and got worry about that.

Hmmm, worried I was,
because of what I might need.
The thought stepped in,
"I can buy new stuff
new things for my needs".


And after a while
I thought within me
"the old must be left back
for the new to have place".


And I'll keep walking
along with my guide....
Once dark again come
in the middle of night.

mcr