in my heart.
Volcanic reactions bubble up to the surface,
erupting, at times, as temporary insanity.
Voices from the past revisit.
Faces that were burned into my heart.
Eyes that once held a welcome gaze
look out from behind a shield
for safety’s sake,
for the inner child,
for the chastised dog
checking to see if the coast is clear to love again,
to be best friends with the World.
Where once the love flowed,
it seems a lock is closed.
How do you love someone?
Why doesn’t love + love = Love?
These thoughts don’t help.
There is no right answer.
All things exist in this world.
It is not for the faint-hearted.
You must be willing to risk it all
because even if Life doesn’t take it from you,
Even the sharpest knife in the world cannot cut itself.
Even the swiftest mind in the world cannot catch the origin of thought.
Even the most open eyes cannot see themselves.
Even You cannot find the You that perceives, that “thinks” and “moves”.
You can only Be and Dream that which is and isn’t.
I turn to face the sun, open and smile.
The world is more beautiful now.
The wild wind comes and manhandles me.
Deeply rooted, I stand my ground.
He leaves, and I, still basking in the sun, remain, ever more beautiful.
If I was a cliff edge
and you were the sea,
I’d fall for you.
Drown in your depths,
engulfed in your mystery,
carried along on waves of
If you weren’t loved,
I wouldn’t be writing this.
If you weren’t already worthy,
I wouldn’t be reminding you, here and now, that you are.
The fact that these words exist proves how special you are.
You inspire poetry. x
Looking with stories in our eyes.
Painting the lens of “what is” with the colours of imagination.
To see the sun shining in the blue and white sky
And to feel the warmth from that same sun on my skin.
To feel caressed by the wind
And to see that same wind dancing with the leaves in the trees.
To hear the cars going by like waves in the ocean
And to see that we are separate
Yet to feel totally connected
To it all.
Maybe this is what heaven is.
Looking so deeply into your eyes that I see beyond the reflection of myself,
the projection of a self,
to what is here now.
Losing my self in you,
I find myself again.
Beyond time and space,
I see myself home.
Patrick Bridgeman @ 2014
It’s okay to feel
and it’s okay to express.
It’s okay to desire
and it’s okay to fear.
It’s okay to scream
and it’s okay to cry
and it’s okay to laugh and be heard.
It’s okay to love.
It’s okay to hate.
It’s okay to be silent and still.
they’re just thoughts and feelings.
The real you doesn’t even exist.
Patrick Bridgeman © 2014
I want to lose myself in you.
I want to be only the kiss,
I want to give away my free will
and be moved by the impulses of our bodies.
I want to lose my desire,
wrapped in your limbs and the fulfillment of Being.
I want two to know they are One,
merged in the infinite blissful nothing.
I want to find my Self in you.
Patrick Bridgeman © 2014