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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Tue, 21 May 2013 19:02:35 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Poetry</title><subtitle>Poetry</subtitle><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-11-27T15:19:26Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.158 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>It's a Wonderful Life</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2010/11/27/its-a-wonderful-life.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2010/11/27/its-a-wonderful-life.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2010-11-27T15:15:55Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:15:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>"You purchase pain with all that joy can give;</p>
<p>You die with nothing but a rage to live."</p>
<p>Pay heed to these words a wise poet said;</p>
<p>Your choice is to be happy or to be dead.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>So what if you were dead, you might say?</p>
<p>Would life be any more or less than gray?</p>
<p>But take a closer look, my forlorn friend;</p>
<p>At what would be lost if you had never been.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The rest of us beg to know, does it make any sense?</p>
<p>For one with so much beauty, integrity, and intelligence,</p>
<p>For one who is loved and needed by so many of us,</p>
<p>To rue each passing moment with an unhappy grimace?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>You were born to experience the joy of each day,</p>
<p>Not to whine and moan and wish it all would go away.</p>
<p>Awake each sunny morning and give thanks in prayer,</p>
<p>As you give and receive a cornucopia of love and care.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Audrey's Dream</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2010/11/27/audreys-dream.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2010/11/27/audreys-dream.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2010-11-27T14:57:11Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:57:11Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Creation</span></strong></p>
<p>I come spinning out of nothingness</p>
<p>To become such that dreams are made of</p>
<p>I am the Soul, the animating force of life</p>
<p>Compared to me the stars are but dots in the sky</p>
<p>I am in this world, but not of it</p>
<p>I create the universe with my mind</p>
<p>I am the thinker of the thoughts</p>
<p>I am the ghost in the machine</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Re-Creation</span></strong></p>
<p>I move from life to life each day</p>
<p>With nothing but dust in between</p>
<p>I come and go in the twinkling of an eye</p>
<p>Recreated endlessly till beyond forever</p>
<p>Life after death repeated each hour</p>
<p>Regluing the universe together each second</p>
<p>I am creating a better self each minute</p>
<p>Life is glowing in my reflected beauty</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Stillness</span></strong></p>
<p>Find the calm space between thoughts</p>
<p>Become alive by drifting off to sleep</p>
<p>Listen by becoming quieter than your breath</p>
<p>The world will explode inward upon you</p>
<p>Eavesdrop on the cosmic mind</p>
<p>Be still, and come to know God</p>
<p>In between stimulus and response</p>
<p>Lies my freedom to choose to be anything</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Joy</span></strong></p>
<p>Joy came with me out of creation</p>
<p>It is the hidden child in me lusting for life</p>
<p>Find beauty in every cell in your body</p>
<p>Experience God in a flower or a rainbow</p>
<p>Past and future are time-bound prisons</p>
<p>The present is the holy playground of life</p>
<p>Beyond right and wrong is an infinite field</p>
<p>Where we will meet to laugh and love</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Love</span></strong></p>
<p>The lover and the loved are one</p>
<p>The mirror of you gives birth to my growth</p>
<p>I will pet, cuddle, and lovingly caress</p>
<p>For my love transforms itself into healing</p>
<p>Loving is a wholeness that transcends mortality</p>
<p>To love is to know the truth of re-creation</p>
<p>To find a nurturing mind, body, spirit partner</p>
<p>Is more than sentiment; it is to feel eternity</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Sensuality</span></strong></p>
<p>The universe is a sensuous cradle of life</p>
<p>My desires are seeds in the fertile ground</p>
<p>Taste and texture, form and color</p>
<p>Aflame in a ceaselessly reborn composition</p>
<p>Life is a torrent down a steep mountain</p>
<p>It is a lightning flash across the cosmos</p>
<p>Shed the enslaving chains of judgment</p>
<p>Embrace the burning ember of the naked soul</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Mastery</span></strong></p>
<p>To discover self over self image</p>
<p>To find my spirit beyond my ego</p>
<p>Escape the hypnosis of social conditioning</p>
<p>Leap over the psychopathology of the average</p>
<p>Act by living out imagination, not memory</p>
<p>The separation between bondage and freedom</p>
<p>Be aware of the conditioning to be free of it</p>
<p>If I understand, then I will be understood</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Peace</span></strong></p>
<p>We hate only those who we are</p>
<p>Disease is born only in toxic thoughts</p>
<p>My tormentor today is myself</p>
<p>Left over from yesterday's decisions</p>
<p>Peace is found not by looking for it</p>
<p>But by never leaving my place of meditation</p>
<p>My soul sleeps in beams of warm light</p>
<p>Not to be disturbed by the nightmares of my day</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Death</span></strong></p>
<p>Toxins wreak havoc with our physical being</p>
<p>Yet they pale in comparison to the spiritual ones</p>
<p>Shed the need for approval, or death will win</p>
<p>Abandon fear, or life will&nbsp;slip from my grasp</p>
<p>Ideas are the harbingers of death and disease</p>
<p>As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he</p>
<p>My body is a place my memories call home</p>
<p>My memories create this home and destroy it</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">ReBirth</span></strong></p>
<p>Time is an illusion</p>
<p>Spirit is more real than time</p>
<p>Life is not found in the study of dying bodies</p>
<p>We are more than recycled air, water, and earth</p>
<p>Move away from the whole idea of clocks</p>
<p>Things physical are but migratory birds</p>
<p>Progress is not more ticks closer to death</p>
<p>But getting closer to where you want to be</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Eternal Spirit</span></strong></p>
<p>Our bodies are but moments in time</p>
<p>Our thoughts and memories are eternal</p>
<p>Every breath of mine absorbs the universe</p>
<p>Which absorbs me in its infinate possibilities</p>
<p>Past, present, and future are one</p>
<p>Re-creation has bequeathed eternity to me</p>
<p>What's before the beginning?</p>
<p>What's after the end?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Extropy</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/14/extropy.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/14/extropy.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-14T14:37:55Z</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:37:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>Life pours out of creation like a torrent</P>
<P>It is a lightning flash across the firmament</P>
<br>
<P>We are wisps of quantum nothingness</P>
<P>Yet our being animates the universe</P>
<br>
<P>We are the creators of tomorrow’s visions</P>
<P>Not just the sums of yesterday’s decisions</P>
<br>
<P>Live out not memory but imagination</P>
<P>To escape from bondage into liberation</P>
<br>
<P>Burst the chains of social conditioning</P>
<P>To earn the freedom to become anything</P>
<br>
<P>Beyond right and wrong is an open field</P>
<P>Where love and wisdom are revealed</P>
<br>
<P>Past and future are prisons timebound </P>
<P>The present is life’s holy playground</P>
<br>
<P>Living is not counting ticks closer to death</P>
<P>But seeing ripe possibility in every breath</P>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Packing Material</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/packing-material.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/packing-material.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T19:24:29Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:24:29Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>I set out to empty my room today</P>
<P>To cleanse it of you</P>
<P>I packed it all away</P>
<P>There was nothing else I could do</P>
<br>
<P>The mug</P>
<P>Oz, the city where dreams come true</P>
<P>My lips to drink, while thinking of you</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The cards</P>
<P>Heartfelt thank you's and I love you's</P>
<P>Touched me always, and chased away the blues</P>
<P>I packed them away</P>
<br>
<P>The elephant</P>
<P>Stuffed, but alive with the spirit of Yuri</P>
<P>A spirit that you once knew through me</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The letters</P>
<P>Words that poured from soul to soul</P>
<P>A transfusion of love that made me whole</P>
<P>I packed them away</P>
<br>
<P>The pictures</P>
<P>Images of a queen, visions of a daffodil</P>
<P>A special loveliness that I remember still</P>
<P>I packed them away</P>
<br>
<P>A toy car</P>
<P>Frivolous, insane, but drenched with meaning</P>
<P>Resurrecting youth and joy that had been waning</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The scraps </P>
<P>Little bits of paper, notes scrawled in your hand</P>
<P>Like you, they slipped through my fingers as if sand</P>
<P>I packed them away</P>
<br>
<P>The calendar</P>
<P>A keeper of time, which itself is unkeepable</P>
<P>The month frozen at August; it was always impossible</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The poems</P>
<P>Music written for a dancer named Audrey</P>
<P>Music that set my creative essence free</P>
<P>I packed them away</P>
<br>
<P>The Introspection gift</P>
<P>A treasure from you that defined us both</P>
<P>A haunting image of a teenaged ghost</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The pumpkin</P>
<P>A symbol of a magical spell that once bound</P>
<P>To have lost means something was once found</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>The packing material</P>
<P>Stuff that other people carelessly throw away</P>
<P>Priceless to me, since that is all I have left today</P>
<P>I packed it away</P>
<br>
<P>I packed and packed, till my arms were weary</P>
<P>I looked in an unseen mirror; the reflection was dreary</P>
<P>And finally the room was barren, as barren as my soul</P>
<P>I had packed it away</P>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Walking With Audrey</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/walking-with-audrey.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/walking-with-audrey.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T18:58:26Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:58:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>You who shared my book, then saw love start</P>
<P>With a dialogue between my head and my heart</P>
<P>The Poet shouted in my ear to sieze the day</P>
<P>Your mind, body, and spirit carried me away</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Through the park and bus stop, whispering JCK's</P>
<P>Listening to talking frogs and singing Cranberries</P>
<P>Making for you a garland of letters and poems</P>
<P>Yuri inspiring me to dream impossible dreams</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>My Princess, my Cinderella at the castle</P>
<P>Mo Choill, my Lara, my burning candle</P>
<P>A Prince am I, your endearing qualities to sing</P>
<P>To be your hero, the wind beneath your wings</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Behind us footsteps, a warm trail of love leaving</P>
<P>Ahead a vision, a path of joy and passionate living</P>
<P>Introspective, heading East into eternity with a woman</P>
<P>Whose image and spirit long ago spilled from my pen</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Into a shimmering world of beauty and splendor</P>
<P>Moving, breathing, feeling, and living together</P>
<P>Wild wind in our hair, torrid heat the sun sends</P>
<P>Choosing to linger in an August that never ends</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Into a special communion of hot sensual pleasure</P>
<P>Embracing, kissing, and loving the woman I treasure</P>
<P>Ecstacy harnessed, falling asleep with you in my arms</P>
<P>A country cupboard full of intimacy and charms</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Hand in hand, two halves becoming whole</P>
<P>Skin to skin, heart to heart, soul to soul</P>
<P>Step by step, down the golden path we wander</P>
<P>A road, more magical than Oz, to many a wonder</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Day after day, alongside my pretty flamingo</P>
<P>Climbing the mountain of life so we may grow</P>
<P>With friends Ayn, Nathaniel, Stephen, and Emmet</P>
<P>You and I have learned so much since we met</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>Into the teeth of the fiercest storms Fate can send</P>
<P>My irreplaceable Soul Mate I've sworn to defend</P>
<P>We will purchase joy with all that pain can give</P>
<P>And cheat Death with nothing but a rage to live</P>
<br>
<P>I will walk with you....</P>
<P>T'il a million Tuesdays have gone away</P>
<P>Long after we have been touched by gray</P>
<P>We have been cast as a modern Romeo and Juliet</P>
<P>The best years of our lives are ahead of us yet</P>
<br>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Child Within</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/the-child-within.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/the-child-within.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T18:17:59Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:17:59Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>Inside the smallest of every emotion</P>
<P>Inside the depths of each mental notion</P>
<P>Inside the flash of every tiny second</P>
<P>Huddles the frightened child within</P>
<br>
<P>It fights, when there's no battle to wage</P>
<P>It fears, when there is no need for courage</P>
<P>It doubts, when pure hope floods each moment</P>
<P>It cries, when life is unrestrained enjoyment</P>
<br>
<P>The child within hides behind adult disguises</P>
<P>The callous armor of conditioned reflexes</P>
<P>The alien mask of stale social pretension</P>
<P>The idolatrous ego of aimless ambition</P>
<br>
<P>But if I look through window after window</P>
<P>Deep into the naked heart of your soul</P>
<P>I am quite certain that I will find quivering</P>
<P>A child for forgiveness desperately yearning</P>
<br>
<P>But what grievous sin must be forgiven?</P>
<P>What evil haunts the innocent child within?</P>
<P>T'is no sin in the dance of life to falter!</P>
<P>T'is no crime in the dark forest to blunder!</P>
<br>
<P>Children on the same dark journey, all of us</P>
<P>Seeking elusive answers out of mystifying chaos</P>
<P>Each of us defenseless, confused, and humble</P>
<P>Earning nothing but derision as we stumble</P>
<br>
<P>The child within must choose, it is certain</P>
<P>Between the dark guilt behind its curtain</P>
<P>And a bright innocent burst from its shell</P>
<P>T'is the crucial divide between heaven and hell</P>
<br>
<P>The lesson you must learn, my beautiful lover</P>
<P>Is that nothing separates one from the other</P>
<P>Except the courage to forgive sins large and small</P>
<P>And to forgive yourself, most important of all</P>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Ten</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/ten.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/ten.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T18:00:26Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T18:00:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P><strong>Ten </strong>years of marriage with my fairy tale princess </P>
<P>All filled with love, laughter, memories, and happiness</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Nine </strong>years living in our first home bought together </P>
<P>Stunning views, your family nearby, our cozy shelter</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Eight </strong>is the number of a special month meant to last </P>
<P>Married in August, an echo of a magical part of our past</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Seven </strong>spiritual laws of success and other philosophies </P>
<P>Deep thoughts and pearls of wisdom we lovingly tease</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Six </strong>step-children you’ve helped me keep my promises to </P>
<P>A merging of families, done out of love, but difficult to do</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Five </strong>vows from our wedding that I’m committed to keeping </P>
<P>Acceptance, understanding, forgiveness, nurturing, and loving</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Four </strong>trips to Florida , our second home in glorious weather</P>
<P>A beautiful villa and a dream of golden retirement together</P>
<br>
<P><strong>Three </strong>years of struggling to create children we can call ours </P>
<P>False starts, difficult decisions, and painful surgery for hours </P>
<br>
<P><strong>Two </strong>wonderful kids who are nothing short of miraculous </P>
<P>Elly and Johnny, priceless reflections of the best in us </P>
<br>
<P><strong>One </strong>true love that I promise again to share forever </P>
<P>With my one true friend that I will never surrender</P>]]></content></entry><entry><title>I Do</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/i-do.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/i-do.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T17:43:33Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:43:33Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>I seek the perfect expression of our wedding</P>
<P>To write words no poet ever dreamt of writing</P>
<P>To describe purity beyond saints and virginity</P>
<P>To portray timelessness beyond all eternity</P>
<br>
<P>But the words to my pen are too slow in coming</P>
<P>The challenge is much too difficult and daunting</P>
<P>I'm discovering there isn't any earthly expression</P>
<P>That can equal the depth of my love and affection</P>
<br>
<P>I do know that tonight when I'm dancing with you</P>
<P>There will now be on raptured heart instead of two</P>
<P>There will now be two prancing feet instead of four</P>
<P>There will now be one united spirit forever more</P>
<br>
<P>Your boundless beauty chased away my loneliness</P>
<P>As our new life blossomed like magic between us</P>
<P>Like a door opened to the land of Oz by Dorothy</P>
<P>Black and white transformed into color suddenly</P>
<br>
<P>We were always different than others, you and me</P>
<P>That uniqueness is our bond, our eternal unity</P>
<P>That is why I am composing this poem for you</P>
<P>To define our marriage in ways different and new</P>
<br>
<P>Though we spoke vows during our ceremony today</P>
<P>They were the vows of religion, the vows of society</P>
<P>Vows often spoken and often treated as casual</P>
<P>Words of posturing, pretension, and pious ritual</P>
<br>
<P>Our spirits want something deeper and more devout</P>
<P>Something born from within and not from without</P>
<P>Something more complete and enduring eternally</P>
<P>Something that is truly heartfelt and chosen freely</P>
<br>
<P>With this poem I restate my vows in our own terms</P>
<P>New vows as loving gifts for which your heart yearns</P>
<P>Gifts that contain no material or social measure</P>
<P>That will craft our marriage into a jewel to treasure</P>
<br>
<P>I vow to bestow upon you the gift of Acceptance</P>
<P>I will cherish you without condition or reluctance</P>
<P>My heart will embrace every little thing about you</P>
<P>While I help every dream of yours become true</P>
<br>
<P>I vow to bestow upon you the gift of Understanding</P>
<P>To see you in the special way you want me seeing</P>
<P>To hear you as you want to be heard sincerely</P>
<P>To reflect like a mirror your soul's inner beauty</P>
<br>
<P>I vow to bestow upon you the gift of Forgiveness</P>
<P>Your imperfections are but trivia for me to dismiss</P>
<P>Your human frailties are my cross to gladly carry</P>
<P>Tomorrow's mistakes I have forgiven already</P>
<br>
<P>I vow to bestow upon you the gift of Nurturing</P>
<P>The seeds of all your hopes I will be watering</P>
<P>The sprouts of your aspirations I will be cultivating</P>
<P>The peace you deserve I will commit to enabling</P>
<br>
<P>But alas, as poems go this one can't reach perfection</P>
<P>Because the perfect wedding poem was already written</P>
<P>It contains two simple words and three simple letters</P>
<P>Saying in just two syllables everything that matters</P>
<br>
<P>It is the shortest of all poems by the humblest poet</P>
<P>The smallest words yet the most profound statement</P>
<P>My most sincere vow is my undying love for you</P>
<P>And the poem's two simple words say it best:&nbsp; "I do".</P>
<br>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Time of My Life</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/the-time-of-my-life.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/the-time-of-my-life.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T17:19:00Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:19:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>Time is nothing</P>
<P>Yet everything to me</P>
<P>With time I live</P>
<P>Vainly conjuring meaning</P>
<P>Then time is gone</P>
<P>And so am I</P>
<br>
<P>With life I create</P>
<P>I invent and imagine</P>
<P>The cosmos is mine</P>
<P>But time has no master</P>
<P>Thoughts end in time</P>
<P>And so do I</P>
<br>
<P>With life I fight</P>
<P>I engage in horrific battles</P>
<P>With&nbsp;dragons and demons</P>
<P>But time mocks even winners</P>
<P>All succumb to time</P>
<P>And so do I</P>
<br>
<P>With life I love</P>
<P>What I cannot have</P>
<P>I love the unreachable</P>
<P>And recoil from those who reach</P>
<P>Love withers in time</P>
<P>And so do I</P>
<br>
<P>With life I cry</P>
<P>For what is and was</P>
<P>But mostly I cry</P>
<P>For what might have been</P>
<P>Tears end in time</P>
<P>And so do I</P>
<br>
<P>With life I ponder</P>
<P>The answer to every question</P>
<P>Chasing moonbeams and mirages</P>
<P>But all remains an enigma</P>
<P>Time taunts us all</P>
<P>Then fades to black</P>
<br>
<P>With life I challenge time</P>
<P>My weapon is hope</P>
<P>I wield it with all my might</P>
<P>But wager a fortune on time</P>
<P>Its weapon is Death</P>
<P>And time wins every time</P>
<br>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A Valentine for My Teacher</title><id>http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/a-valentine-for-my-teacher.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.pathlessland.net/poetry/2008/8/8/a-valentine-for-my-teacher.html"/><author><name>James R. Keena</name></author><published>2008-08-08T16:39:59Z</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:39:59Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P>The meaning of love I have sought forever,</P>
<P>With hope to find it no more than a sliver.</P>
<P>But love's meaning Fate has now uncovered,</P>
<P>And here is what my heart has discovered.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is a sacrifice, a giving without measure,</P>
<P>That magically becomes an emotional treasure.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is a choice to see beauty and perfection,</P>
<P>No matter the humanness of my special person.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is that deep and breathless anticipation,</P>
<P>Of looking into your eyes, the eyes of heaven.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is knowing that of all the stars in the sky,</P>
<P>There is one especially twinkling for you and I.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is a sacred trust held tenderly in my palm,</P>
<P>A womblike shell protecting the other from harm.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is believing&nbsp; and affirming and inspiring,</P>
<P>A lifelong wellspring of support and nurturing.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is that painful push out of life's cozy nest,</P>
<P>A spirit of soaring transformed from fear's test.</P>
<br>
<P>Love gives meaning to life as a motive force,</P>
<P>That intertwines two souls into a single course.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is that unique, spontaneous connection,</P>
<P>Without which life is empty, a cruel deception.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is that piercing stab that knifes my heart,</P>
<P>When the time comes for my other half to part.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is a deep devotion, a passion that blinds,</P>
<P>A fiery warmth sending chills down our spines.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is an embrace and a kiss that never ends,</P>
<P>When time stops and the profane world suspends.</P>
<br>
<P>Love is that comfortable and carefree silliness,</P>
<P>A contagion of childlike giggles and playfulness.</P>
<br>
<P>I always thought of myself as wise and knowing,</P>
<P>Seeing and understanding and always growing;</P>
<P>But I was taught this meaning of love I never knew,</P>
<P>When Fate intervened and I fell in love with you.</P>]]></content></entry></feed>