She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice
A spiritual but yet grounded masterpiece. Thank you Julia. I try to have a daily writing practice too but “clouds get in my way” sometimes.
Thank you so much, Philip. I hear you about the clouds!
Love/
Loss
Philip Quigley
Is it a game of chance
Or a merry dance
An amiable liaison
Of humankind
I can choose to let it
define me,
confine me,
refine me,
outshine me,
or I can choose to move on
and leave love behind me
And follow my life’s
purpose
Or Dharma
When you stop making excuses,
you'll finally start
And progress abounds
All those times you thought
you couldn't survive
what you were going through;
you did and you found yourself
So You're amazing.
The ego is not who you really are.
Not by far
The ego is your self-image
Only a reflection of
Your true self
That should be consigned to a low shelf
it is your social mask
Like coffee in a flask
it is the role you are playing
To impress the fool
Who is swaying
Your social mask thrives
on approval
Because
It wants control
and it is a Role
sustained by power,
because it lives in fear
Unlike the Soul
Life is one fool
Thing after another
Whereas Love is two
Fool things after each other
A woman waits motionless.
Until she is wooed
That is how the spider
waits for the Fly
Like your highness
The real genius for love
Lies not
In getting into love
But getting out of love
If you love her/him in rags
Your love will last
It will never be lost
And a man is already half
In love with any woman
Who listens to him.
If you are listening
There’s no snow glistening
In this winter wonder land
So
Never promise a fish
Until it’s caught
And on the dish
And a friend’s eye is
The best sign of a true
Connection
And perhaps love shines brightest
After singing in the rain
Or after enduring pain
Of loss
Maybe Love is nothing more than
A second hand emotion
Without a soul connection
It’s only a distracted futile
Commotion
Unlike a Soul promotion
Therein
Lies
True devotion
"The ego is your self-image
That should be consigned to a low shelf"
"And perhaps love shines brightest
Of loss" Thank you for sharing these touching words, Philip.
Oh Julia....this poem. This poem. You have such a gift, my friend.
Thank you, beautiful Jenna. xoxo
A spiritual but yet grounded masterpiece. Thank you Julia. I try to have a daily writing practice too but “clouds get in my way” sometimes.
Thank you so much, Philip. I hear you about the clouds!
Love/
Loss
Philip Quigley
Is it a game of chance
Or a merry dance
An amiable liaison
Of humankind
I can choose to let it
define me,
confine me,
refine me,
outshine me,
or I can choose to move on
and leave love behind me
And follow my life’s
purpose
Or Dharma
When you stop making excuses,
you'll finally start
And progress abounds
All those times you thought
you couldn't survive
what you were going through;
you did and you found yourself
So You're amazing.
The ego is not who you really are.
Not by far
The ego is your self-image
Only a reflection of
Your true self
That should be consigned to a low shelf
it is your social mask
Like coffee in a flask
it is the role you are playing
To impress the fool
Who is swaying
Your social mask thrives
on approval
Because
It wants control
and it is a Role
sustained by power,
because it lives in fear
Unlike the Soul
Life is one fool
Thing after another
Whereas Love is two
Fool things after each other
A woman waits motionless.
Until she is wooed
That is how the spider
waits for the Fly
Like your highness
The real genius for love
Lies not
In getting into love
But getting out of love
If you love her/him in rags
Your love will last
It will never be lost
And a man is already half
In love with any woman
Who listens to him.
If you are listening
There’s no snow glistening
In this winter wonder land
So
Never promise a fish
Until it’s caught
And on the dish
And a friend’s eye is
The best sign of a true
Connection
And perhaps love shines brightest
After singing in the rain
Or after enduring pain
Of loss
Maybe Love is nothing more than
A second hand emotion
Without a soul connection
It’s only a distracted futile
Commotion
Unlike a Soul promotion
Therein
Lies
True devotion
"The ego is your self-image
Only a reflection of
Your true self
That should be consigned to a low shelf"
"And perhaps love shines brightest
After singing in the rain
Or after enduring pain
Of loss" Thank you for sharing these touching words, Philip.
Oh Julia....this poem. This poem. You have such a gift, my friend.
Thank you, beautiful Jenna. xoxo