Category Archives: Poems by Sj

Opus, Tigger, Precious, and Cuddly Blue

I just now got it.

Yes, I just now got it that . . .

 

I am the most important person in my life.

I am the most important person in my life.

I am the most important person in my life.

 

I got that for the first time today.

As in REALLY got it.

 

Down to my core, got it.

To my toes, got it.

In my throat.

Gut.

And fingers that are now typing, got it.

 

I am the most important person in my life.

 

Not that old lady who needs help crossing the street.

Or my Mom who has trouble walking now.

Or some other person who’s frantically crying out for help.

 

No.

It’s me.

Only I

Get to be the most important person in my life.

 

Wow.

 

I thought I knew that before.

 

And maybe I did on some level.

 

But today I hopped on the express elevator to the moon.

And from here it’s very, very, clear

that I’m the

most

important

person

in

my

life.

Sj and Josephine.jpg

Every single person

is important.

Every

single

person.

That means

YOU.

That means

me.

That means

the person

who flipped you off.

That means

the person

who last gave you a hug.

Every

single

person.

Every

single

person.

How are YOU

going to show the next person you meet

how important he or she is?

How are YOU going to let them know you care?

I want to know.

I want to see.

I want to hear

how this call to open our eyes

and hearts ripples across the world.

Because each kind word,

each smile starts with

YOU.

Be the light that you ARE in the world.

It’s time to shine so brightly

that darkness has no choice

but to disappear.

double nickles

On this day when I rise with double-nickles in my eyes . . .

I’ve felt so much already . . . and it’s not even 8 o’clock in the morn’.

Eyes wide awake at midnight, I smile.

 

It’s my birthday!

 

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Sj,

Happy Birthday to me.

 

Giggles in my warm bed.

 

Giggles of joy to be alive.

 

Happy Birthday me again, Sj!

 

And I do.

I sing yet again to myself.

I feel my Dad watching and laughing.

I hear my five year old self call out, “Happy Birthday me again, Daddy!”

 

And he did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until his last time seven years ago.

 

Awake.

Quietly awake.

Peacefully awake.

And as I lay in my warm bed covered in quilts that my sister made for me,

I gave thanks

To be alive

To be alive

To be alive!

 

And then the pull of sleep called me to her breast,

until once again I awoke . . .

 

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me,

Happy Birthday dear Sj, Happy Birthday to me.

 

And then fb called my name.

Yes, fb, lol.

I heeded the call.

Read the many loving messages.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mahalo.

I love YOU!

Happy face.

Hearts galore.

I love you.

I LOVE you.

 

Again I lay in silence,

Until once again, I awoke.

 

It’s my Birthday, my Birth

Day.

 

And as I rose, I saw another message.

One of concern

not for me

but for

another

 

Worry

Worry

Worry

 

and what called me instead was

 

Love

Love

Love

 

All there is is love.

 

All there is is love.

 

On this day when I rise with double-nickles in my eyes . . .

I’ve felt so much already . . . and it’s not even 8 o’clock in the morn’.

 

. . .

 

Faith

Hope

and

Love

 

And the greatest of these

is

Love.

 

 

–Sj

 

lotus water pond

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!

On this day, I marvel at how life has unfolded.

At the moment, I am alone.
Gratefully home alone in a clean cottage.
A home magically provided when needed.
So very grateful,
So very grateful,
I am.

And I give thanks for this time alone.
This time to simply BE.
For in simply being, I am shown all that life is.
The joy.
The sorrow.
The fear.
The love.
With love ever present.
The foundation.
The roof.
The contents.
Ever present even in the fear.
Or in the sadness
And joy.
LOVE is always there.

And on this day, I give thanks for YOU.
For the part we’ve played in each others’ lives.
For nothing is an accident.
Or coincidence.
But rather each bumping into
and seemingly chance smile,
is a nod from the Divine.
A reminder that we are
LOVED.
That we
ARE
love.

And with this
virtual
bump,
I send
all the love
that I am
to
YOU!!!
x
x
x
o
x
o
x
:
)
Happy
Happy
Thanksgiving!

Orchid on Kaua'i.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

She starts a job, but she never finishes it.

She writes a poem, but she never proofs it.

To complete, to finish is to resolve,

and to resolve means

to move on.

and moving on means an

action must be taken,

a step must be

made,

and it’s so much more comfortable

to wonder,

daydream,

and

fantasize

about

the end

which

will

never

come.

Written January 25, 1994.

How Do I Love Thee?

Sand heartThis poem woke me up the other morning and demanded to be written down.

It happens that way sometimes. : )

 

How do I Love Thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love Thee as the Moon loves the Sky.

I love Thee as the Tide loves the Pool.


I am Water and I Flow to You.

I am Gravity and I give you weight.

 

Together our Love pools.

United as the sun and the moon and the earth and the sky.

We each turn our own way, following our own unique path.

And yet aware of the other.

Connected to the other.

Same Same

but

Different

Together always

and

Always apart

 

I don’t complete you.

You are already whole.

You don’t complete me.

I too am whole.

 

And yet, as the water flows

I Flow to You.

As the Moon Rises

I Smile at You.

 

How do I love Thee?

Let me show the way.

In a smile

a caress

and a diaper tow

 

How do I love Thee?

Let me show the way.

 

-written 6/21/2013 by Sj

Miloli‘i

by Tony LeHoven

Miloli‘i

The moment I set my foot down on the sand,

the shock of the feeling startled me.
Home.
I was home.
For a moment, the disorientation
was palpable.
Home?
But in less time than it took to reach down
and slide the kayak up onto the beach,
it passed.
Not the feeling,
but the surprise.
Yes, the feeling
had entered my body
so completely,
so thoroughly,
that it was simply a fact.
A knowledge that had always
resided in my gut.
Unbeknownst to me.
Home.
As the next days passed,
the peace,
calm,
and
surrounding stature of the
mountains,
large black boulders
on the shore,
monk seals rolling
in the sand,
continued to permeate my heart,
until the feeling,
the knowledge
had so imbedded itself
that I wasn’t surprised,
when I paddled away,
that I felt sick,
sick to leave the home
of my heart.