Just Me

The band Matrimony wrote a song called Last Love the chorus inspired this rewrite. The chorus is their's but the verses are mine:

You conquer me
When you let me be
When you let me be

I'm no Mary
I'm no trophy
I'm no savior
I'm no last hope
Not your first love
Not your last
Not the dream girl
I'm just me
Just me
Only me
It's all I can be

You conquer me
When you let me be
When you let me be

I'm not loyal
I'm no betrayer
I'm no safe bet
I'm no saint yet
I'm not worthy
I'm not worthless
Not your goddess
I'm just me
Just me
Only me
It's all I can be

You conquer me
When you let me be
When you let me be

I'm not easy to hold
I'm not heaven sent
I'm no pot of gold
I'm not bought or sold
I'm not your life
I'm not your breath
I'm no answer
I'm just me
Just me
Only me
It's all I can be

You conquer me
When you let me be
When you let me be

I'm not fragile
I'm not hard
I'm not weak
I'm no tough chick
I'm not what you think
I'm not what you need
I'm not the end
I'm just me
Just me
Only me
It's all I can be

You conquer me
When you let me be
When you let me be

I'm all I've got
I'm okay with that
I'm enough
I'm alright
I am on track
I know my path
I'm my light and
I'm just me
just me
Only me
That's all I can be and...

You conquer me
When you let me be
Who will let me be?

Anchored

Deeply secure

rolling waves

and love remains

always he and me.

Soul Science

An image

an imprint

an encoded knowing,

love

the DNA of a soul

irremovably eternal...

hide and seek

Poetry can cloak the heart

Covering like a mask

the inner chambers.

Or it can adorn

draping the beauty

revealing open vulnerablity.

Wisdom lies in knowing

When to shield 

and when to lay bare.

A lifetime of days 

instructs our way.

It's a careful

game we play.

midLife. Crisis?

An identity lost,

No place to land.

The truth of me 

a faint memory.

A facade pieced together

with misguided illusions,

disguising the fingerprint

of my soul.

Time piled up behind me,

an attic full of memories.

Sifting through the tangle,

separating fabrications

from true remnants of she.

Confusion birthing panic...

No sudden movements please.

Go easy, child....

Travel gently through,

Breath deep the peace

that wisdom speaks

the answer rests in you.

Stilled

Tether me to the real

hold me fast here

when my being seeks escape.

The weight the bigness

the overmuch of it

bids my soul to shrink away

overwhelmed.

Tether me here to this

the real

hold me fast to this place.

The pain of it so intense

the pleasure beyond compare

tempts me to turn away

too much to bare

Tether me 

rest me here

hold me still

quiet

release

surrender

breath

here...

Forward motion

    As I read back into my history through the posts on my blog and sift through my sufferings and joys I find my heart remains the same through much change.  My dogmas and theologies now gone, leave only the heart of love that drove me this far on my path.  I hold fast to the great selfless love of the Christ of christianity, while opening wide the view to see that same love embodied beyond the borders of christianity.  I find the story I have followed my whole lifetime, believing it the only one, is joined by many stories of the same pursuit of love each one mired and hidden by every cultures dogma and theologies.  We seem to be a mass of individuals grasping at truth and shredding it in our desperate need.
    I am at a grateful place. Appreciating an expanded view guided by a high call to love.  A freedom to love with acceptance of the deep suffering that will accompany that love.  Pursuing to walk on water as Jesus did unruffled by the storm around him.  Jesus understood the buddhist concept of Kaivalya which literally means, complete and perfect imperturbable completeness.  I am finding we are all more united then we believe ourselves to be.  I want to look for the connection instead of the break.