Hungry Ghost

Hungry Ghost

I am aching inside,

Trapped in the realm of the hungry ghost,

Thrust upon this material plane,

Where that hunger persists,

Deepening into the hollow wonder

of a paucity of being.

Where do I deserve

Love, honor, worthiness

Not here.

Used, abused, erased, accused,

I race to find my blackened visage

Like Narcissus in the murky Water of Life.

The weight of now pulls me down,

What awaits this empty shell

Compassion cannot come from one direction,

Truly there must be a safer plane than this

A dimension free of the pain of your indifference.

Mary K. 2018

Potential

Potential

Grey, dark skies
Loom over my consciousness
Fecund blooms await to open
In my soul
Like tight rose buds in June.

Bursting inside to become
Something outside
Resembling the technicolor
Dreams lingering just
Beneath the surface.

This low humming buzz
Ever present, an energy
That yearns for expression
Something holding at bay
This endless desire to Create.

Could it be,
That I am worthy
Of adding to this Universal
Tapestry of Truth?

Mary Kirkpatrick -2018

Prayer and Poem for Clearing

I'm sorry
Feel the weight
Of what's yours
What's theirs
What's ours.
Feel it, own it.

Forgive me.
Forgive everyone else,
Let go, be free,
Release yourself,
Release me.

So thankful
Gratitude for all
That is past, present,
Yet to come
No words, just welling up.

Love,
Widen the bubble,
Let it burst beyond
Your greatest capacity
Let it spread out, blanket the world
With your Joy.

Please, thank you, Amen.

M. Kirkpatrick, 2017

The Womb

The Womb

This empty sacred space,
Once filled,
Once thriving,
Aches.

The fertile field,
The warm room
That held a most precious
Soul that is gone.

Stark and hollow,
Surrounded by a whirlwind
Of hope, doubt, sadness
It stares back questioningly.

What is next,
What can grow there,
With love, compassion, warmth,
...me.

-M. Kirkpatrick 3/31/17 (inspired by my friend Mia Merin's painting).

Craving Humanity

Craving Humanity

Parallel shadows
Haunting the days
Never letting light
In to blend or feed
The emptiness.

Ice cold stares
Passing on the pathways
Of commerce
Of life?

Waiting for just one
Melting heart
One warm smile
In the millions of
Automatons.

Craving humanity
In a machine world,
Feel the warm babe
Wriggling in my arms
Her eyes not yet cold.

Gaze down at
Hope in my hands
She won't be the same,
She will change.

-M. Kirkpatrick      2/5/17

The March

The March

Rhythm of this day
Fill me deeply
Let me move freely
Amongst my sisters.

Love, faith, hope,
Anger, sadness, loss,
 All felt as we walk
Forward into this uncertain time.

Nothing can compare
To connection and
True intentions
The basic right to be
free, to be me.

-M. Kirkpatrick, 1/15/17

Common Ground

What darkness we found
When we weren't even looking,
It fell on us like
A suffocating blanket.

Longing for the glow
Of one candle of hope
Lit by the soul,
The wish of one lost
child.

There must be light
Even when there seems
No dawn is coming soon,
Some internal spark
To keep us going.
What can we do?

How can we fight?
Are we on the side
Of wrong or right?
Is the Universe correcting
Eons of waste and what-not?

Is It telling us we are
Ungrateful bastards?
Will this end in a hailstorm
of hate and war?
Can't we find love
and common ground
Anymore?

Mary Kirkpatrick 1-29-2017

My Guru

My Guru

Spirit I feel
Connected for lifetimes
My heart binds to yours
An energy that flows,
Knowing no bounds.

Soul twin, Inspire me,
Love me as I am
With this tormented body
That longs for one connection,
One spark to light the fire within.

I cannot worship you,
I can love you
Honestly, clearly, intentionally,
I can trade pain and pride
For ecstasy and humility.

My guru, my light,
Shall we lead each other
Into a vast Universe
Where we know we will
Finally be as one?

Mary K.  8-22-16

Mythic Precipice

Mythic Precipice

The edge of destiny
Feels like waiting
To fall in a pit of fire
Or float off to a cloudy dream.

Which choice will bring
Which fate to be,
Let go of fear
And just breathe.

Whichever awaits
Burned and bled
Or whole and safe
Still part of some larger,
encompassing force.

We will fall
or we will fly
Off this mythic precipice
Into the arms of life.

Mary K. 2016

Pitter Pat - a Cat Poem on Feminism

Diamond and Lucy, my Pitter Pat Cats ;-)

Pitter Pat

The serious black cat
Climbs up on my tummy
To pitter pat
The fat, and hypnotize
Herself as her shoulders
Roll, left, right, left right,
Her kitty toes curling
Then flexing, making
Sure her claws stay hidden.

I stroke her back
Scratch her head, her ears
Her purrs of pleasure
Vibrating from her twitching
back
Down to her toes
Which continue to need to
knead
The flesh that I disdain
She loves.

Mary K. 2016