Not ready before your time: Be kept awhile longer where you are mine alone and I am only yours

image: Holly Dawn DeLeonI am inspired by this writing by Toko-Pa which sends me into a new place, all while I’m set on focusing on that which I need to do in this moment. I’m not sure what that is actually; I’m letting life guide me, distracted or not.

Do not be ready before your time.
There’s no knowing what symmetry is marshalling itself below this confusion.
First the long attentiveness of listening must be paid.
Don’t brave your way out of this husk while it serves to protect your impressionability.
Let yourself be kept a while longer in these origins where you are mine alone and I am only yours.
Let something sweet be made of our secret.
Put not your offering into the world too soon.
Let it ripen in the guardianship of your trepidation.
Let this fallow time be stretched, for it is in this unreadiness that beauty takes its form.
…You will need to remember what grace was allowed only by your long staying hidden.

I have been ready since the first time I can remember. It was the night I told you so. And this never stopped. But being hidden has allowed me to listen. I listen to what I’ve trapped inside me. I move it around and it speaks. I can always stand the reason to go on, not listening to impatience that unfolds at the seams of a story I remember—each day. Our story was never over. I’m still here in our secret, yet I am offering bit by bit, in the stream of your words still echoing in my brain. You are burned into my brain. Could it be that I am yours. Yes. I am in one wing of our eternal breeze blown to you.

Originally posted on my Medium account @relcopywriting

© 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eighteen

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eighteen

Continuing on from all i am, known, part seventeen in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, sometimes I sit and wait, always watching, never veering from the inner smile that makes up my insides and only sometimes shows on my face.

...a shield strong as stone

Watch time stand still with me. Ok? Help me to quietly become one with the search for what is luring me. 

you ask me to be still
and so i do..
you lie hidden within, unfelt
the answers touching you

© r.e.l. 11/26/10 different forms, as treasures

With a shield strong as stone, pushing you away in all directions, I know that you hear what to do next. You are everything, different forms, mostly treasures. You help me become the mystery. You help me let go.

[Next in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series]

© 2014 R.E.L. Copywriting

submitted to The Poetic Bond IIII  7/12/14

One glass of wine: Wine enthusiast, wine industry expertise

with just one sip, i believe...The thoughts that come to me when I am into you.

Even after just one sip.

...Of memories.

...Of dreams.

Relax with me into the soul of who you are.

Inspire me as you feel your inhibitions slowly drop and your cheer—as red grapes—take their place.

It's a beautiful life, you know.

I am a wine enthusiast. Let me write for you in your wine industry. I travel too.

© 2013 R.E.L. Copywriting

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part seven

Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part seven

of time, of you

Continuing on from i see now in your mind, part six of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, the way you are looking at me now creates an incredible story in me.

...when your insides melt

What is inside you when you feel like melting? Are the particles of you floating eloquently in space aimlessly, or alive… waiting to pounce? You remind me of a memory where the bubbles of time enter without a cue, knowing their place. As rain trickles down, you feel your shield disarm and instead embrace the piercing of each drop.

I gave myself unknowingly, yet trusting. I knew I too needed to be healed.

[Next in Behind the eyes of a writer™ series]

© 2013 R.E.L. Copywriting

A fine ordinary moment, morning coffee

Dear fine moment... my first few sips of coffee,

You change my life. You hold a memory of all other days, alive with transitions from dreamy to present.

As the fog clears, starry-eyed, I begin to plan my day in a fine moment.

You witness me as my dreams come to mind, as I walk in the shadows of time becoming conscious.

And in the peace of my home before the storm, children sleeping, cats purring, sun rising, even though you don't last long, you help me realize...

That fine moments in life exist...

p.s. Red wine, you too have your moments.

© 2011 R.E.L. Copywriting

Darkness you can find in your yoga practice: The psychology of you

Are you scared to face something within yourself? Do you sometimes feel that time is against you or that you cannot fulfill your wishes because of your fears?

You know that the answers are in your dark sides that you probably refuse to see.  Did you know that yoga has the potential to be the place to confront what’s most deep inside you?  This means, however, that you have the power to confront your darkest side of you in your yoga practice.

It’s a place only for the bold, that is for sure… But ask yourself, 

“What are you scared of?”

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