I woo the ones I love.
I hope you know who you are.
If you doubt,
I am wooing you!
I woo the friends, the independents,
the lovers and the activists.
I’ll chase you down ’til you cannot run anymore,
After all, there’s no escaping the true love
of like-minded souls!
This is the loving I send to you
the kindness I give to you
the compassion I share with you..
You know who you are!
If you doubt, doubt no longer!
(c) 2017 Frances Osborne
The night is dark.
Chocolate is dark.
Red wine is dark.
What does that tell me?
It tells me that love is dark.
Love is sweet.
Love is dark, sweet, and dangerous.
So do it. Be Dark.
Be Sweet. Be Dangerous.
These are all the good things
that we long for.
We can be love — and dark —
and dangerous — and sweet —
We can be anything we want to be
and it’s still love.
If you are reading this right now,
it means I love you and
let us be all these things together.
Let us spend the day together in love
and doing all the other things that go with love.
Let us hold hands, laugh,
and look secretively at each other.
Let us make the younger ones know
that love, life and fun do not die.
They live on inside of us, every day and in every way.
Because I want to teach that life is MORE colorful
when you are past wanting to please the world.
Instead you discover that true pleasing and true love
is expressed by being exactly who you are. Today.
Everyday. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.
(c) 2015 Frances Ann Osborne
The lines about chocolate, the night, wine, things I loved were the source of this poem. I hope you enjoy it. I think a lot when alone and doing ordinary things. In this case, I was in the car and going to the grocery story. I don’t know why I started thinking about night, wine, chocolate and love. But I do know that I often think about people being utterly themselves — without fear or worry. That if we all were utterly ourselves, we would not worry. We would all feel free to be authentic.
“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
— Langston Hughes
Yes, the rain does kiss me and sings me a song —
But it is the thunder that beats my head.
The rain soothes and makes sleepy,
but the drumfire of the storm incites my heart.
Why, O Lord of Thunder, are you here?
Do not speak to me — I do not wish to hear you!
posted from Austin, Texas
I do not believe in the Grace of God — because there may not be a god, any god, out there willing to donate some to me.
I have love and mercy within me….
but it is not a gift from a deity or the Universe.
I generate it within myself.
Grace is a practice rather than a divine gift.
Because we can give grace to ourselves and to others, but we often fail to do so.
We have to remember to offer it freely —
We have to remember to not expect anything in return for it —
This is most difficult to do!
Grace is an action on our part.
We live grace when we feed and clothe the less fortunate,
Live it when we forgive and forget,
Realize it when we offer of ourselves to those who do not need it,
Do not deserve it,
Do not want it.
Because it’s easy to deliver grace to the grateful, to the needy,
To the deserving, to the pleasing, to the desiring.
And certainly we should give it to those people!
But our true measure is the gift of our grace to the ugly,
To the repulsive ones, the unwashed, unwanted and unwanting,
To the angry, to those who are difficult to bear.
©2015 Frances Ann Osborne
If a family has an old person in it, it possesses a jewel,
More valuable than all the world’s possessions.
An old person is wrinkled love.
An old person is arthritic strength –
Toughness forged by pain.
Their hands are weak and achy,
For they have shaped the clay of life into human form.
They have raised the living.
They have lowered the dead.
What is in their hearts is deep and pulsating,
The warm blood of life.
This blood is your blood, this ache is your ache,
It is what you, in time, will pass on to your future.
Someday, you will be someone’s diamond —
Highly refined, heavily faceted, sparkling.
The shine of the past, the twinkle of sagacity.
Receive this jewel, pass it on.
©2015 Frances Ann Osborne
What is kindness other than affectionate understanding?
Reach out and touch my arm
I am all for the connection that we might make.
When we touch —
Whether it’s our eyes, our ears, our hands, our hearts —
We reveal our kindness to each other.
For what is kindness other than loving benevolence?
I have in myself the heartfelt benevolence that we all crave.
I feel it for you. I do.
You must trust in that — when you doubt,
Tell me and I will reach out and touch lightly your arm.
My eyes will sparkle and look deeply into your glowing eyes.
We will shine together as one.
©2015Frances Ann Osborne
Whomever sings with their eyes
Has no need for voice or hands.
For the mind has its own melody and rhythm.
Its own descant.
The mind dreams its own song.
Its tune is ethereal and angelic —
Heard only by the spirits.
When I am able to understand a faint fragment of it,
I am possessed by its delirium.
The music cannot be sung or played by the earth-bound,
Nor heard by living flesh.
There are lyrics no human language can replicate or translate,
No sounds fully mimicked by fashioned instruments.
This is all there is for us.
©Frances Ann Osborne
A plough seen in the distance
Stirs up the redolence of the world
A sensory pleasure of warm loam
Knowing that the furrows sustain our being
By cradling life’s beginnings
Making way for the sower…preparing the land
For the living process
©2015 Frances Ann Osborne
A tree’s roots spread downward
Holding soil and EARTH together.
Tendrils spread through layers
Spreading languidly through the ground
Much like the arch of lightening
Spreads quickly through the air.
Roots all the way down through the planet,
Think of that….imagine that…
Roots that grab the world like a clenched fist,
And keep the world held together in a ball.
Roots that keep the rain from stealing
Land from our feet.
Grab the soil with your hands
And rub the living ground between your fingers.
This earth is ALIVE and contains spirit within it.
(c) 2014 Frances Ann Osborne
O great spirit who is the soul of the universe
You are the Earth the Fire the Air and the Sea
You are the indwelling of my soul
and the manifestation all around me
The sum total of all the elements to become SPIRIT
Out of my own darkness, my own light reveals itself
In my shadows, there are lessons waiting
To be brought into consciousness
The Dark Goddess, Queen of Mysteries
Reveals to me the truth from the night.
And so the Dark Goddess becomes the Light Goddess –
The Unknown Lady transforms herself into The Revealed Lady
The joy that I have now that you are revealed to me!
The pleasure I have now that I hear your singing voice!
I will always hear you as the sweet angelus wafting in the wind
Come to me, come to me
Your sound —
Your speech —
Your message —
Directing my journey —
This blessing I do treasure it deeply
Without measure or condition
I embrace it wholly into my heart
(c) 2014-2015 Frances Ann Osborne