For All Whom Loved in Dresden

I Claim this New Day,

for those Many upon Many

of which once it was denied.

Into the Rising Sun I shall move,

an acceptance of Grace

for us All.

No longer shall We hold to our sadness,

birthed of misbegotten belief

of Life brought short.

No Man’s Doings shall tether Us yet,

to The Great Waste and Chaos

once met upon Us by the actions

of the Innocent of Mind

sent forth by those Ignorant of Heart

to enact their ill biddings.

We shall defy their attempts to erase our Love

with that very Being Herself

resowing our Dresden Love

with reverence and Joy

in all of the multitudes of spaces and places

we now call Home.

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A Much Needed Grace~

Credit: Omid HZ @unsplash

Do not Linger in your sufferings

for in the doing of

you would deny this World

A much needed Grace.

~~~~~~

S. Brodbeck

Into the Mystic

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I AM LOVE with an OTHER

I AM Love

with an Other

having previously risen

to invitation upon

a Path of destination

one not of easy traverse.

Yet arrived

I one morning did

to find at Love’s Door

an Other I

whom too once had

risen to like invitation.

Acceptance by He

of I,

and I of He

alit a ferocious Fire

that laid to waste

last vestige of resistance

to surrendered acceptance

of a bestowing of Grace.

This Love,

that I AM

with an Other

is not a passive Love

though She be gentle

nor is She a forcible Love

but an ever-long

Invitation.

She speaks of

no confinements

nor definitions

nor denials

a Sonnet of Inclusion

flows from her Lips

and through

mine Heart.

This Love,

She tutors

is the Love without beginning

and without demise

to be shared Freely

in all Expressions

with any whom

rise to Invitation,

Evermore.

Sharon Brodbeck 01/19/23

Into The Mystic

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MarsRx Gemini; Creeping up on the Full Moon

“Do you remember when I told you about the pipe bombs in my driveway or the time my neighbor called 911 because there was a horrific boom and it seemed the whole house shook and insects were scurrying from the drains and she was certain my propane tanks had exploded? Remember that?”

~oh yeah; I do

“Yes! So the fire department came when she called and then they roped off the block and there was this really weird gas hovering thick over the ground and spiraling all about my property. And the really weird thing was no one knew why and as far as I know, after men in uniforms and hazmat suits left, it was just forgotten. Never heard anymore. Just like after they came and detonated the bombs. That was just it”

~yeah. so why now? what’s this about?

“I think partly this is why I’m hurting so much now; physically. It’s all crunchy-like and stagnant, these things that I do not share, because it just seems like my life is full of these really weird little jagged, seemingly unrelated events and when you just share those “random” pieces with people that have no patience or aptitude  for the unfolding of something larger, you just don’t come off well”

~seriously?? you still give a shit what people think?

“Yes and no. I no longer require approval for who I am or how I am doing my Am-ness. But yeah, I give a shit in as much as I don’t enjoy being the target for people’s nasty when they can’t get a grip on it.”

~nobody does. but you gotta’ just forget about that and do what you’ve gotta do.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve spent too much time not being dishonest but also not being fully forthcoming when opportunity presents. Last time I went full-in was back in 2007, remember? I told you how badly that went.”

~yeah. that wasn’t your fault though.

“It felt like my fault. I thought they were more openminded then they actually were. I heard through the rumor-mill that I couldn’t be trusted because I didn’t share enough about myself. So, I tried but it just freaked them out. The Christians tried to cast the devil out of me and the Pagans just thought my glowing healing hands were..I don’t know actually, but they turned on me” 

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The Choice~ Lunar Eclipse Taurus Nov. 8, 2022

I have risen late.

I place intention to the course of my walk, traversing avenues when necessitated, ensurance of continual communion with crisp autumnal Light.

The eschewing of spaces yet grayed by lingering shadows, merely an action obedient to preference of mood this morn, not a path dictated by a misbegotten fear of subliminal places.

Recent formations of leaf communities joyously solicit invitation of sojourn aside their now grand cohesions of once-solitary, myriad hued members.

Occasional stirrings of wind no longer threaten individual dispersion; a boon of communal existence and necessity for many when Winters Gales arrive.

Yet on this late morning outing I find it is not these vibrant communities that dialogue so intimately with my Heart but it is the occasional Lone Leaf, found pressed limply to concrete walkway by residual moisture of the weeping of the Night prior, that receives my more soulful considerations.

I adjust my gait accordingly on the walkway, with respect for their current condition, maneuvering gently around these random soloists whilst musing as to why they present as such even now with other choice of Be-ing promised nearby should they but accept transport upon prevailing winds.

I observe that indeed the New Day sun has liberated much Else of the previous Nights tears yet these Lone Leaf’s remain saturated and still, and I remain uncertain as to if it is by inability, or unwillingness, to change their solemn condition that they remain as such.

Whispering to them with my Heart I ask of them if they be yet-stilled by indecisions, or are they not yet ready to be liberated of the tears of former Night doings; is it these matters that are cause of current condition?  

Alas, my inquiry results in mere silence, so I Heart Whisper once again a reassurance meant to be a balm against lonesomeness and further despair that:

I, as well as others upon our shared pathway, shall endeavor in our comings and goings to keep the pathway clear during all Winter Gales.

Through our Movements we shall stir the Airs when needed to assist in the drying of tears while alighting favorable Winds to lift all Lone Leaf’s toward their personal Choice of New Be-ing while honoring their sovereign rights to choose environments, solitary or communal, that is perfectly right for them.

I aim my strides now towards home; satisfied with my own choice.

© S. Brodbeck 11.08.22

Into the Mystic

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I Smothered it~ Scorpio New Moon Solar Eclipse 10.25.2022

I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

Into the Mystic

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Wrath, not Beauty, Shall Fade

He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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Old Moon Ponderings

My body is a temple

my body is a tomb

my body has given birth

and been birthed

by another body’s womb

what womb, I muse, shall birth me

back into the ethers

from hence I once came

born in to this world of matter

to play at an oft times cruel game.

Sharon Brodbeck 07.30.21

Into The Mystic

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Claim Thy Heart

Once tiny girls

With Loving, searching Hearts

Misunderstood

Our Hearts fell apart

Gifting a small piece

To each we did meet

Hoping it to be enough

Our wells now hidden deep

As time went by

We put aside our dreams

Our little girls surviving

By any and all means

Little girls long tucked away

Women, we’ve now become

Our hearts broken, scattered far and wide

Belonging to no One

“Women, summon your little girl

the time has come you see,

to gather the many pieces

make your Heart one for Thee”

With Hearts brought Whole

Shine Your Love

Release the pain harbored within

Allow your Heart

To tone it’s tune

Weave your Dreams

Once Again

Sharon Brodbeck ‘2005

Into The Mystic

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Love Letters From Neptune Series: I Should Have Told You

I should have told you that I had already decided whom you were going to be, long before you even arrived.

I should have told you that I was never going to love you because I was too busy hating myself.

I should have told you that I noted every little, and big, thing about you that didn’t exactly fit the “You” of my preconceptions and that I truly believed I could help you fix all of them.

I should have told you that I never really knew you at all when I said, “I do”.

I should have told you that if you were not willing to kill everything that you uniquely were, to be the Prince that I imagined you to be, that you should not have said, “I do”, in return.

I should have told you that I had no idea of whom I was so there was never any real possibility of you knowing me either.

I should have told you that every time I expected you to respond to me in the exact same manner that the Prince in my head did, and you failed to meet that expectation, I hated you a bit more for letting me down again.

I should have told you that though I hated you I hated myself exponentially more for failing to be the perfection that I apparently needed to be for my Prince to arise from within you.

I should have told you all of this and so much more; yet I could not for I could not tell what I did not then know myself.

It would be my experiencing of you, and other non-princes, that would lead me to these truths that once evaded me.

All of these fore mentioned confessions I place before you and to these confessions I do now add the following;

I now tell you that you, exactly as you truly were not how I imaged you to be, were perfect for the then version of me, though I could not then see it.

I now tell you that I miss your smile and that I have never met another whom could tell a joke even half as well as you.

I now tell you that I tell our story of gaming and boozing and dancing and laughter, when we were young and broke and all alone, and it is told with a happy heart and a tear.

I now tell you that your dance moves, all two of them, were bad; really truly Awful.

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