Fare well, Fair well.  Such sweet communion, I have oft, so deeply wanted.   But the tides, they were against me, and every type of weather beset me.  I remembered you.  Remember me.  There is no heaven, nor hell, that can wrench your lightness from my being.  I will carry it into infinity with me, and not by force, nor fear, shall anyone prevail over this, save one sweet kiss for me.  Tis nobler to be borne in defeat a thousand times with your love in my heart, than to taste the thrill of a single victory, without you.

So this is my epiphany of love.  It means something different every time and looks different from all directions.   Surely it is the most fundamental ether yielding firmament, for when I look at you, I see beyond all agony, all ecstasy of love and glimpse a piece of God.

Love makes a way for sojourns and soul cycles in creation.and we find each other in every other from time to time.  Love  chooses  to  be a  pauper in hell  with you,  rather than a prince in heaven without you.  Love moves by   yielding  and willing to more. So, when I am with you, I find all, in peace and degrees of freedom, and I see the grace and glory of love.

I wish I had a better telescope, to tell the scope, and the energies of Haley’s Comet. Still moving, I guess we all get what we need even if it is not necessarily what we want in due season.

I cleaned my mirrors, and lenses, inside, and out, even the clear diamond light refractor to better see with clarity the beauty of the Comet.   It is a beautiful baby, in its moving, and its stillness, in its visible parts and invisible, in its lightness and darkness, and in its colours. In the comet I find so many metaphors and meanings.

Haley’s one of those babies, you could spend a lifetime trying to appreciate, but I can see the flighting lovelight of the universe in so many celestial beings, and every burning light shows me decay is inevitable for everyone and everything, but then rebirth. The story of each Phoenix falling and rising, like the breath, and waters, like tears in rain. So they say the universe blinks.

Moving with us at the speed of light, Haley still shines brightly, especially in my mind’s eye, here again, gone again, too many Summers lost and found in between, to keep track. Part rock, part metal, part Plasma, liquid, earth, wind, smoke and fire. A metamorphic evolution in time, from coal to diamond, to liquid, and ultimately not just a mirror and a lens, but a wind, or cool breeze of change, of inspiration of respiration.

With time, Haley’s orbit decays, and eventually, another coalessence of stardust, Haley will dispurse,and disappear to some, leaving ashes and dust in the heavens, to join the stardust of other comets, stars, and stardust beings. The candle that burns twice as fast, burns half as long.

Haley will reflect and refract light, spread thorough the Universe as ashes and dust, and from there on always be connected with her Grand father and Grand mother, and the grand scheme, just differently than the bright way Haley shows up now.   Haley makes me smile since I see myself in some of those lens and mirrors, and Haley reminds me to seize the day, race time, emit light and join our cosmic family, our fathers, and mothers, sisters and brothers stars and their ashes and dust and without fear: since everyone and everything adds colour to the universe, and the dark space yields lovingly to allow us to leave our impressions . move everything, and everybody.

And in the end we will find, we still need each other, need to help and love each other, give it all, forgive it all, clear the smoke, leave the baggage anything past, be at peace in the present, suspending time with the process unfolding and enfolding us, as we are it’s babies. Falling is inevitable, but rising up makes us stars.

I’ll keep working on my telescope, clean my lenses, clean my mirrors, my changing diamond, both reflects and refracts, all to appreciate everyone and everything better.   Then I will laugh at myself, one more bozo on the bus, appreciating Haley’s Comet.

God winks. I cry tears of gratitude, I cry myself to sleep, whispering thank you. Thank you for all the gifts, for tending to so much, for making so much space and then nurturing everything with love and light to fill it, especially Haley’s Comet.   (Copyright 5 Dec 2013,willowwaterpoetry)

She moves in the room, I rise from the gloom. She is a love song for infinity.

She is divine, her soul is fine, I give her all the best of me.

No heart attack, she gives love back, accepting all the rest of me.

For better or for worse, she lifts the curse, of all the fallen humanity.

She’s smart, know’s why, she gets me high, it seems she weaves a destiny.

Then, when she’s gone, I carry on. She is a love song for infinity.

I’m still, in prayer, I find her there, within the very best of me. I love her there, and I’m aware, she’ll always be a fantasy.   And I know why, she made me high, it was even more than chemistry. She is a love song for infinity.

She is a child of the Sun, a mother of the earth, a sister of the moon, and a lady of grace. She is a love song for infinity.

She loved me with a fire from the Sun, she nurtured me like a mother of the earth, she befriended me like a sister of the moon, and she showered me with goodness unconditionally, like a lady of grace.   She sought nothing back. She is a love song for infinity.

I loved her in every way I could. As a child, as a woman, like a wife, mother, sister and friend, where the friendship never ends.   In passion, every way, thriving in creation’s fire and the benevolence of God. I loved her every molecule. I loved her divine essence. I loved her freedom: her free-will-of choice, to come and go, ebb and flow where her heart was desiring, even away from me.   I loved her mind, especially when it was working in compassion, like sister moon. I loved her every positivity, dismissed all negativity, forgiving til there was no need to forgive more, since she is a love song for infinity.

Now great. Now fair. I am aware, we shape our own reality. My heart still beats, it knows it’s seat, above the mind’s duality.   The soul it find’s it transcends time, knows each eventuality, so without end, it has it’s friend, in meta actuality.   When my soul calls, it hears it all. She is a love song for infinity.

(Willowaterpoetry, Dancing with myself and God.. copyright 8/14/15)