Anita Bondi, Stan Stewart, Marci Molina and Susan Bradford
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When friends trust me with their darkest secrets,
I’m always amazed.
It’s as if a whole world is opened to me
That never existed before.
Tremendous and minute, these worlds
Are as precious as if they
Were mine.
I hold them so and do not
Discuss them in poetry.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 29, 2010 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment
(I don’t count on it
Though it’s always true:)
In the dim light of
Early morning,
You grace my world
Again.
Though the radiance
Outside is not yet full,
My insides are illuminated
By a dazzling
Daylight.
~ by Stan Stewart
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Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 26, 2010 under Stan Stewart | Be the First to Comment
peel yourself off the ceiling
‘cuz i’m sealing the deal
i didn’t have time to write
all the good stuff that came to mind
all those times
with the silly rhymes
rip off your smelly socks
so i can say something or
someone was naked
let’s get past the smoulder
and smoke and burn
with the fire
even the one meditating
will want to get up and dance
when they see our naked feet
having so much naked fun
~ by Stan Stewart
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“We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.”
~ Kahlil Gibran
I am stuck between two choices
(or so goes the story in my head).
With a tiny nudge of affirmation
From you,
I am reminded that I have
The power to choose
And so I do.
~ by Stan Stewart
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You are an extraordinary woman.
I am confounded both by your depth of self and my sometimes-present incapacity to observe your depth.
How do I sometimes mistake your wonderfulness for a dig? My ego. My self-protective desire to build myself up and to be seen as someone worthy and equal in your eye. Foolish motivation that it is.
Each work of your hands is a marvel: whether it be a trinket or nourishment, you seem to give it the same endearing attention and produce the same thriving results.
Jealousy. Usually in a relationship it is about some “other” coming into the midst of the relationship. In ours, for me, it is sometimes you that I’m jealous of: how much attention you get from all others, but mostly just what I observe in your day-in and day-out. The very enlivened self you bring to everything. I cry as I write these words. For I know that this enlivenment is what I long for as much as anything these days. Not how to “get” enlivened, but how to sustain the enlivenment that I know is real and see in you every day.
Here is my apology for not acknowledging everything you do to make my world better, brighter, easier. I am deeply grateful and know that I am a better man for loving you fully.
So, here’s to your beauty and the ways it comes through your smile, your preparations for our times together, your attentiveness, your eyes.
I see you now as I’ve never seen you. I vow to hold you in this beauty. I add this holding to my code of conduct (holding the way you see things as equal to the way I see things). I hold all this gently, for I know how fragile it all is.
You are a delight.
May you have the peace and ease you desire. May nothing be at the expense of your well-being.
For I know that your well-being is at the heart of your enlivenment which is at the heart of your extraordinary delight.
I hold all this as precious.
From Stan, September 22, 2008
~ by Stan Stewart
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