Loves lost and found

Loves lost 

and found

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,

Death will. 


The Sharpest Knife 

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. 

Maybe Heaven

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. 

The Okay Poem


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

Lost & Found


I want to lose myself in you.
I want to be only the kiss,
the touch.

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