Ranch Essay – “Magnets”

The power of love came into me
And I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.” – Rumi

All of my life, I have talked about what kind of women I was most attracted to, and what my life partner may be like. It’s something that so many of us do, perhaps to manifest him or her into our lives. And they often do appear and take that position in our lives, adding & never subtracting.

At first though, it’s something like velcro. The connection is a lucky coincidence and it is easily removed and attached again, and removed and attached again. All the while, we wait for the velcro to wear and stick together less and less, because it always seems to.

But sometimes it doesn’t. We are convinced, however, that we have our big, important reasons to have nothing or no one to stick to. We feel like attachment to this unworn connection needs to be cut, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of ego, sometimes self-sabotage. We reluctantly pry ourselves from the other, only to find that the space between exists only for an instant…You then realize that they are a (+) magnet and you are a (-). The pull to be near your love, or smack on top of them, is unending.

Any theoretical thoughts about what is most attractive, or what it is that turns us on, or makes our heart sing, all of that kind of disappears. Without our guard up, in the pull of the newly ceaseless connection, we look at our partner, blink, and understand that their face, body, mind, heart, scent, voice – all of it is enough, it is set in stone in our heart.

This doesn’t mean that every pair of magnets live happily together forever. We can become even more scared and freaked out once we have a clarity in our heart and a partner is found. This fear is pervasive in our society today. It means that we are a new kind of vulnerable, the kind that we are often not prepared for. This is when courage comes in handy. The courage to be that magnet, and to float inside that connection with honesty and self-less love.

Advertisements

Ranch Poem – “Love Got Lasik”

Artwork by Randal Roberts

1/18/16

Love Got Lasik

It was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

I put those blinders on
to keep some old way intact
Beast of habit be gone
please don’t fucking look back

I lost a friend, much more than
I searched by her soul’s light
My fear fell away in the wind
but that ache grew greater at night

It was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

Didn’t see the luck and fortune of you
I was a gambler playing with time
Too content with some stubborn truths
A clairvoyant ignoring the signs

Darlin’ this was no easy procedure
Peeling back the hardened past
to reveal one thing that could be sure:
I’d change anything to make it last

We didn’t belong in the dark
I see your light and I’m ready to face it
I was blind for so long
but my love got lasik

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Sore Spots”

3/20/13

Sore Spots

A quiet birthday, a busted harmonica.
A long hard stare between two close faces.
Walking in on your friends jamming in the basement.
And it may finally be Spring but you’re still cold.
Sometimes you know you are ready but the stage lights aren’t on
Rage spot relics remind that we’re here to make people feel good.
Train on everyone, train on for the Big POP.
Lot of people don’t get to pop ever.
She can make ya feel from every angle, so you’re spinning.
C’est La Vie. It’s always too short. And it’s all happening.
Blacklight your blank pages and pour spit.
Make a sentence happen, make a measure appear.
Make a measure happen, make a sentence without fear.
Moons slipping out of coin slots on repeat.
Beat snares, grab hold of that which you care for
and produce lore from your friends and sore spots.

RwmG

417472_492502164131410_761193403_n