Have you not dipped
Your cup
Into that
Ocean stream
That flows past your own self
Yet, today?
Well, why not?
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
Have you not dipped
Your cup
Into that
Ocean stream
That flows past your own self
Yet, today?
Well, why not?
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
We are all
kittens
living in
the Beloved’s
Divine house.
Running scared
from His
Divine feet
And from all
the strange
sounds.
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
Shall I tell you a story?
It has a happy ending.
I used to swim
In a pool of misery
Every day.
I was religious about it.
One day —
The first of many —
I thought,
“This sucks.
Is this really it?
Or am I missing
Something?”
Misery assured me
With a crocodile smile
That this was it,
I was missing nothing,
This was the best
I could hope for —
And at least here
I got to swim.
And that very first time
I wondered if
Maybe
Just
Maybe
Misery was full of shit.
And here’s your
Happy ending:
Now I don’t bother
Wondering.
I
Know
Instead.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
There are places
in this world
where once-useful
objects
sit crumbling
or rusting away.
Nothing here
is permanent.
Don’t you think,
Dear Ones,
that it’s time
to find something
that is?
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz
On hot days
Everything slows down
Everything becomes simple.
Stay cool.
This is the gift of the
Hot days:
It teaches us to
Listen.
Our bodies scream loudly
On hot days
“Drink water!
Stay cool!
Slow down!”
And our big, complex world
Becomes small.
And only the essentials
Remain.
The gift of
Hot days
Is to teach us there is
A core
At the center
Of our complex life
And when push comes to
Shove
Only the Core remains.
So it goes with your
Soul,
Which craves
But one thing
Though the one thing
Masquerades as many.
On a hot day
Your soul cries out
For Love alone.
(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017
Some
hide from the light.
Some
build
armored cathedrals
to darkness
With twisty mazes
containing
several
different
minotaurs.
But God…
Our wild
joyful God,
Is always
knocking out
skylights.
(c) 2017 Michael Anuszkiewicz