Laura's
Playground presents the Transgendered Poetry of Twocups.
See about the author below.
Today
was one of the hottest days of the year.
Still, because the Summer is fast slipping by, we went
to the zoo. There, two Grizzly bears were panting in
the unbearable heat and humidity. One was in a small
water tub, bobbing up and down. The other one, a
toothless older bear, was outside the tub, looking on.
Then the older bear nuzzled the bear in the tub,
playfully bit its ear, and the two touched noses, as
if in a kiss. It was a beautiful sight, to see such
harmony between two great powerful bears.
Sometimes it is good to spend some moments with
animals... it seems as if sometimes, their spirit can
speak to us. In moments of reflection, those spirits,
can come to us, and help guide along our paths. This
may sound silly, but in reflection, their spirits can
become very real forces. I have heard of White Buffalo
Woman on the medicine shield of "Seven Arrows" .. but
today, I do not know for sure who the Woman was that I
saw in a vision dream..She was a Medicine Woman of
some kind, I know for sure.. perhaps it had something
to do with these bears? In the vision, it is possible
to talk to such spirits, and they will respond.. But
what matter about me? What I would like to get across,
is that you could go through your whole life never
accessing these guides and spirit helpers who are
always available to you... and I am not talking
figuratively, or allegorically... This is a very real
experience. In what ever form they take, as whatever
works for you... I am just trying to get across that
such things are very real and helpful experiences
which may help any person in their life's journey..
They are hard to describe, but I believe, well worth
the effort to discover... a resource many people do
not even imagine as open to them.. Many would be
ashamed or embarrassed to even mention such a world
view. It is said that, "as up we grow, down we go"
(..... we tend to forget the spirit world we come
from, and how to access it. Perhaps, it exists in many
forms, but I do know, that the natural world can offer
much, if we allow our eyes to open to it.
Two Bears...
Their Kiss..
Falls upon each other.....
A caress, in the afternoon.
And as does Night then come..
So then, comes its embrace..
Where Bears become as Light..!
And Medicine Woman... walks.
Among the shadows of the mind..
The veil... pulls aside....
In moments between....
Wake and sleep.
Vision helpers........then turn to us...
And in the dream-time..... speak.
Twocups
Like a Deer in the forest...
There and not there..
A shadow seen.. and then gone...
A flit of color.. hidden in the brush..
So are You, Beloved...
Hidden in all that I see.
Till I am weary...
And know not where You are.
In a still quiet place..
Sometimes You may be found.
Between the moments of time..
I may see You.....
Until illusion once again..
Covers my eyes....
In a Voice of Silence..
You may be heard..
And in each breath,
I may come to Know You.
But in all of this chase...
I am lost...
Subject to where You would lead me.
The mind that would know You..
Does not "Know".
The eye that would see You...
Does not "see".
And the Heart that would Love..
Seems not enough.
In all that I am.. I find...
I am nothing.
Lost in unknowing..
And yet, still... I Know.
Despite the dream.. I still... "Know"
As You hold me..
In the fleeting shadows of the forest..
As we play hide and seek...
In the dance...
Of one chasing the other.........
When I look to the side..
There, in an instant...
You show Yourself..
Of golden radiance, unbounded..
And then again...I know..
And we are together.
You draw me in..
And then push me away..
Until I am Yours..
And in pieces....
I Become.....the blossom of Bone.
Twocups
copyright 2005 Twocups
It is like the tasting
of fine wines...
Like the scent of fragrant flowers...
Or a sumptuous meal, kindly offered.
It is a fullness.. in the moment.
And it is nothing more..
Than just being with the One you love.......
Who fills you... with caress...
And for Whom,
The embrace becomes eternal.
You are filled with each breath..
And the hours of the day..
Are not enough to contain its joy.
In the beauty of this moment..
There is Peace.
And the terrors of the world, fade as dust.
Within this Center..
Stillness remains..
While the tempest....
About one, rages.
Who then, can withstand this draught...
But then dissolves...
And finds wings?
Twocups
copyright 2005 Twocups2000
Still
Points
It
is like the tasting of fine wines...
Like the scent of fragrant flowers...
Or a sumptuous meal, kindly offered.
It is a fullness.. in the moment.
And it is nothing more..
Than just being with the One you love.......
Who fills you... with caress...
And for Whom,
The embrace becomes eternal.
You are filled with each breath..
And the hours of the day..
Are not enough to contain its joy.
In the beauty of this moment..
There is Peace.
And the terrors of the world, fade as dust.
Within this Center..
Stillness remains..
While the tempest....
About one, rages.
Who then, can withstand this draught...
But then dissolves...
And finds wings?
Twocups
copyright 2005 Twocups
Changes
Leaves
spin and toss
From every dusk to every dawn..
A thousand things to do.
Lila's dance..
A whirlwind turns.
As little ones sit and watch.
All things in their time, resolve.
Each grateful for their part.
Lila's dance..
Eternal..
Folds Joy into the Heart.
Twocups
copyright
2005 Twocups2000
One
stroke upon the other,
Until the image forms..
Beneath the hammer's blow..
The chisel cuts
As I am also born...
With images of the mind..
Which I would deny, but can not.
How hard it is..
To see fair creatures ..
Pass away....
Into dust and naught.
Those I have loved, are gone...
And those now I love..
Will soon pass.
Yet still,
Against remorse
There seems a promised Hope..
For all held in despair
Will also pass ...
Until only Truth remains..
Within the gentle heart..
This world, is undone.
In great Love, was it conceived...
And in Love,
Will it be.... remade.
Twocups
copyright 2005 Twocups
Here
is a song I once heard in an old Western
movie.. but I only heard it once, so I had to try to
remember/make up the lines..there are three stanzas.
Even worse, I know little about music, so the
suggested tune, is not so good, but kind of close. I
had to sound it out on a keyboard.. Still, maybe
someone out there knows this song??.. or what it was
really supposed to sound like?
It is in 4/4 time?,mostly /1/8 1/8 1/4 /I think, and
please forgive the terrible music notation.. but you
can play with it a bit, and find what works for you? I
found it a nice song addressing certain situations
..so even though it is only half "made up'..it seems
to have meant a lot to me at times.. and I hope it may
bring comfort to some? :
Oh if I had the wings of an Angel
/c d e/ e f g / f e f/ d /
Over
these prison walls would I fly
/c d e/ f e d / e d c/ c
And
run to the arms of my true Love
/c d/ e g f/ e d e/ c
In
whose arms I would gladly lie.
/c d e/ f e d / e c
But
I don't have the wings of an Angel.
Nor over these prison walls can I fly.
Nor can I run to the arms of my true Love
But behind prison walls must I die.
But
then! I'll have the wings of an Angel!
And over these prison walls, WILL I fly!!!...
And run to the arms of my true Love..
In whose arms, I will forever, lie.
Twocups
Of
Friends Lost
If
I were to hold you...
How would I know?
In the darkness of these hours..?
In the terror of this night?
I held you for a moment..
And then you were gone..
How I miss you..
Now lost, and out of sight.
Come then another day...
And meet me at the gate.
Come then, when life has
Passed us by..
And greet me by a lake....
Where death......... is but a lie.
Your gentle ways..
Meant so much to me..
Your presence helped me see..
Until we meet again, one day.. dear friend..
Where days.. will never end.
Twocups
There
comes a time when prayer becomes just like
keeping company with someone... No words are said, nor
requests made.. Sometimes it is like holding hands, or
laying your head upon someones shoulder... Sometimes
it is just a crying with no expectations whatsoever...
Sometimes, if you find a scripture that speaks to
you, just place it beneath your pillow, or hold it
against your heart... and dissolve into it..
Sometimes, put your normal mind aside, as every bit of
truth you press into you, had already been there since
before the start of time.
I long for You in the Twilight.
How my heart sings at Your approach!
In the cool of the evening...
Do I long for You.
And in the heat of the day..
Do I burn as well.
I hold up my arms...
And cast away all that I have.
For nothing held, can be enough.
In the evening...
Or in the day...
You have raised this heart to a longing..
Nor can any other bring relief.
How can I so remain?
For in separation.... there seems only pain.
And pain again...
In the torture and delight of knowing You.
I long for you in the Twilight..
And cast my eyes upon Your garden..
Wondering where You are?
Yet it is this very pain..
Which brings me home...
And takes me to Your side.
In the evening...
Burning becomes a Light..
And Your Love... an evening star.
Twocups
copyright2005
Twocups2000
Look
into a mirror..
Try to see, who you are...
But if I were to question you..
Where would you look...
To search the truth of my intent?
Put questions and trickery aside..
Gaze instead, into the eyes.
There see.... a truth.... perhaps?
For no other part..
So close to the soul resides.
In looking, and how its done..
Is the gap from body, most easily overcome...
If love is not your cause..
Then look into another's eyes.... to transgress..
But if one learns to look within...
Then nature's double edge may surprise..
Then, let compassion...... be the guide..
For nothing is as it seems..
Beneath the layers of the dream.
Three things you must know:
Your eyes guard your secrets...
And through them you must pass..
To know your hidden truth.
And again.. your eyes are as Lila's dance..
With life, they move and pattern..
To your inner light and thought.
Quiet your eyes, oh dear one...
And mind follows suit.
Quiet your mind, and eyes.... will seldom move..
But alas, again...
Movement is their nature..... and special use.
Fix them upon a point... force them to stay..
And play a sage's game.
For as they remain, so do they move upon another
plane..
From outer world to inner world, do they course..
And with inner vision, all you know will change..
Look upon a mirror friend.... and what do you see...?
Before, you saw from without..
But now..Look within..
And find another polished glass..
To change, and see... what really is.
Twocups.
copyright 2005 twocups
Look
into a mirror Part 2
Close
your eyes... complete.
Let their shifting cease.
As fix-ed stones...
Stay the random dream.
So practiced...
Over and over..
At every chance..
Until you enter in
Add skill to placement's glance.. (1)
Who you are..
Are not what glass mirrors seem...
Nor can you... claim it as seen...
No-self is your conscious source.
From death of mind and body..
Does this exceed.
In four steps, make this winged path...
Close eyes..
Cease movement..
Watch mind...
Watch body..
Step into your Center...
Become Who you already are..
Be free...
Merge into.... the Golden Stream
Twocups
(1) "placement's glance"..Once you change the nature
of your vision, you can move your consiouness both
inside and outside..By placing it with attention
(glance) where needed, your touch can in compassion's
service, help to heal . You have the ability to help
and heal what is going wrong with the world around
you, but you must enter into your center to do this..
the placement (focus/attention/consciousness/ comes
from the center, and acts as witness. From this center
you see your own body and others... and come to
realize you are not just your present body... you are
much much more than such an illusion.
Copyright
2005 Twocups2000
Welcomed
It
seems so many times..
These wayward feet.. so often..
Fall astray..
Yet each time they wander..
And return..
They find... another day.
With Hope... are they bless-ed..
And filled with Joy...
When Beloved's kiss... makes known...
That for the thousand times they wander...
They are..... always welcomed home.
I have been posting poetry to the TG community for
a couple of years, starting with the Love Letters of
Lee Frances Heller, who passed away recently. Many of
these poems, as the one below, are now on the
TranSpirits@yahoogroups.com site. Some of the members
there have said that they are helped by them.. that is
why I write to you. If interested, please feel free to
check them out, they are under the name: Twocups or
Twocups2000 on that site. If you think any of these
might be helpful to your wonderful web site, I would
be happy to send them to you. Also, as I post poems,
would it be alright to forward them to you as
well?..if you could use them?...I do not charge for
this in any way. Two magazines have asked to have them
sent to them as I post to lists... I guess they are
always looking for something to print?... I could add
your e-mail address to the address list, as these
poems are sent to various sites anyways..
Thank you again, for your web site, and the good work
that you do.
