Whisperings of the secrets of life
Your body clothed
In fog I stood
Agog
By the narrowness
of your flight
Barely noticed by
those swimming
in the carnival
of form
Your face erased
the memory of
time from the
spacious dust of
my mind
In all this
impossible to miss
you, my life is your
caress
-by my friend, Aha
She’s been wounded too deeply in her past
To open to me in this moment
Her fierce power behind her pupils lie
Her hair covering her eyes and soul
I know how badly she wants to open
How deeply she wants to radiate her light
How much she wants to surrender her heart
How freely she wishes her love to flow
I see the stitches binding up her heart
I see the scars marking her wounds
I feel her invisible protective shield
Built to hide her true gifts inside
I see the massive buildup of energy
Of her love and light from deep within
Like an observer on the Hoover Dam
Watching the Grand Canyon fill with water
She’s pleading for someone to burst her dam
So she can flow as free as can be
Her love unrestricted filling the world
Drowning separation once and for all
I humbly come to open the Goddess
Approaching with deference and caution
With firmness to guide, softness to open
And the masculine presence to penetrate
She resists at first, testing my depth
Trusting does not come easily for her
Her walls are strong, crafted through time
Again and again she resists my attempts
Unflinching and unwavering I stand
With depth of being to penetrate her soul
Gentleness to crumble her fortress
And presence to rip open her heart
How quickly unguarded her soul becomes
How soon to drop her defenses
Her stitches falling out one by one
Until only a few strands remain
She lies underneath me pinned to the ground
I feel into her caressing her body
Like a master the violin playing
Creating a symphony of pleasure
With my presence I feel her wounds
Entering her vagina to heal them
Penetrating up to her heart
Injecting the serum to release her soul
The last few strands fall quickly away
As the floodgates of her dam burst open
Tears of joy and pain fill both our hearts
As she weeps uncontrollably
I’m the first to drown in her infinite love
As her light floods the world around her
One by one others drop to their knees
Their lives forever changed by her love
Her radiance continues onward and outward
Until the whole world succumbs to her heart
They weep in tears and thank her profusely
For just giving of herself so deeply
I continue to gaze deep in her eyes
Her whimpering now increasing to yells
As a new man reborn from her bosom
I anchor her body to me
Her energy now overwhelms us both
As we two flesh have now become one
Our hearts melting and fusing together
Because the Goddess is now fully open
–Jason Westlake
Mon, June 23, 2008
How could I ever trust love again
When I’ve been so badly burned before?
How could I ever surrender my heart
When pain is all I’ve received in return?
I’d like to offer my heart to the world
I’d like to open the depths of my soul
I’d like for my love to be fully received
I’d like for myself to be understood
But I have my cannons ready to fire
The moment I open my drawbridge
Experience gone past has taught me well
Their white flag was always an ambush
I wish I wasn’t so trigger-happy
I wish my fortress wasn’t so strong
It was built while I wasn’t looking
When blinded by approval I was
While longing for love I still am today
Knowing it’s outside my fortress
But the judgment and attacks I’ve received
Have outweighed my desire for love
The risk of loving was too great in the past
I can still feel the scars on my heart
All I know is my fortress is lonely
And I must open my drawbridge again
Except that would mean I’d have to return
Back to my deepest hell to be whole
I just don’t know if I can open my heart
When it still remains wounded quite badly
But against my will, I open my heart
The tightness causes the vessels to rip
My blood and my life spews freely out
Sacrificed my heart lies on the ground
I walk over the moat and out of my fortress
Their white flags still lie on the ground
With many, the embraces come quite easily
While other still remain quite distant
Whether some accept me or others do not
While some attack me and others adore me
To me, either way I could care less
For I opened my heart and in love I trusted
For what real is cannot be threatened
And love is the only real thing there is
The attacks and the judgments now can’t hurt me
Because I now realize love is my source
Jason Westlake
Fri, Mar 14, 2008
I wish you could see what you mean to me
I wish you could see what my heart has given
I wish you could see how I’d make you feel
I wish you could see the queen you would be
I knew you better than anyone else
All your dreams you shared fully with me
All your fears you couldn’t hide from my view
All your secrets you confided only with me
I saw you blossom into a new woman
I saw you change right before my eyes
Your highs and your lows I helped you get through
I saw in you what you couldn’t see
I knew your pains because they once were mine
I knew your soul better than you knew yourself
For I saw in you what you couldn’t believe
I saw the goddess I knew that you were
I knew how to make you feel special
I knew how to avoid your sensitive spots
I knew how to help you take risks
I knew how to bring out the goddess in you
No one knew how to love you like me
No one made you feel safe like I did
No one could be the haven for your soul
No one withstood your ebbs and your flows
I still loved you when you ran and hid
I could see right through the charade you put up
I waited and waited and anchored you up
I made you laugh like nobody could
I knew your words before you could say them
I could make you happy or sad at the drop of a hat
I could guide your anger, excitement, and fear
I could embrace your quirky emotions
After all that, couldn’t you see?
Couldn’t you see what I’d offer you?
Couldn’t you see how I made you feel?
Couldn’t you see who you were around me?
Why’d you give your heart to another
When your whole soul you shared with me?
Why’d you give your lips to someone
Who couldn’t see what I saw in you?
How could you surrender to a man
Who couldn’t blossom your wild energy?
How could you feel safe with him
Who couldn’t see the goddess in you?
My heart is broken for what might have been
I thought you could see what I could see
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you to see
The goddess you’d be if in my arms you were
–Jason Westlake
Thurs, Jan 3, 2008
Dressed in white across the altar she stands
I pinch myself to see if she’s real
How’d I fool her to say yes to me?
How’d I become the man she deserves?
Time winds to a halt as I connect with her eyes
The days of my youth flash in my mind
I remember the nights of crying in bed
Shedding tears of hope and tears of sorrow
Hope for the day when I’d meet my wife
Sorrow for doubting if she would come
Hope in a divine relationship
Sorrow for wondering if I’d be worthy
My hope for this imaginary day
Was all that kept me going at times
Knowing my queen was waiting for me
I still moved forward when I couldn’t see
Then the future replaces the past in my mind
Old and wrinkly we look through our scrapbooks
We pass by the day our first child was born
We remember when only she kept me going
We remember when we chose to be faithful
There were the times when we wanted to quit
But we believed in each other and always pulled through
Together we gave our souls to the world
We took each other where we couldn’t alone
There were tears of laughter and tears of frustration
Moments of ecstasy and moments of pain
We grew together because it was our commitment
We dedicated our lives together
We triumphed and failed together
Our lives were woven and made for each other
We can’t imagine if we’d never have met
Our love has changed us in ways we couldn’t see
Back when our marriage began
All the way back to the beginning
Back to this day as we’re saying our vows
The past and the future are present with me
Helping me cherish this moment
I breathe, and the second hand begins anew
We complete our vows and walk out of the church
I sure thought I had reached the end this time
It took me so long to arrive here
This was all I had been hoping for
My goal’s complete, but the journey is not
In this completion I see more to come
These new heights I’ve reached have brought more challenges
I realize there’s more to do with my life
Than bask in the glow of my achievements
Every door behind me that closes
Cannot do so without another one opening
What I always see as the path’s endpoint
Is nothing more than a trail marker
Every moment is a new beginning
A chance to create a new future
An opportunity to shed old skin
Time makes not changing impossible
The amount of new beginnings we have
Stacked closely together in time
Determines our level of happiness
And our level of growth and attainment
Otherwise, there’d be no purpose for time
What a shame if moments remained the same
And our lives were a continuous blur
Of monotony from doing the same thing
Sameness resides with extinction
Creation is the process of change
Why do many use their creative power
To maintain sameness, impeding creation?
Finding steady jobs and steady paychecks
Have taken precedence over one’s purpose
Security and sameness are one and the same
But creation was never safe or secure
That’s why I choose to create my life
Over and over continuously
Looking forward to change everlasting
And an eternity of endless beginnings
Jason Westlake
Tues, Oct 2, 2007
I used to like knowing everything
My life was easy, my questions answered
I was perfectly fine where I was at
Until my world crumbled apart
I look back and see the path I’ve trod
I never knew my course changed so often
I wish I could see the whole path ahead
But He only lets me see the very next step
Because if I saw every step of the way
I’m sure I’d skip a few step or two
And then I’d have to start over again
Thank the Lord for unanswered prayers
I’m trying to get used to not knowing
To be open to change, willing to adapt
For I find all my pain and suffering
Comes the moment I think I know something
And then what I know gets shattered in pieces
But at least I can let it go
Unlike many who gather the remnants
Trying to restore what can’t be made whole
I feel relieved to say “I don’t know”
Because if I know everything
I can’t possibly know any more
And my mind shuts off to further growth
Coming from a place of not knowing
Has let me understand much more
And cultivated a desire for learning
Enriching my soul with precious pearls
Jason Westlake
Mon, Aug 27, 2007
I stand at the starting line, prepared to go
Spectators don’t know I’m ready to fight
They don’t know I fought the battle before
And had already won before this day
Because the battle isn’t won on the field
It isn’t won in the manifestation
It’s won when nobody can see
Before the first play ever begins
It was won months ago in preparation
When I practiced daily making mistakes
When I couldn’t believe in myself
When forward I stumbled with every new step
It was won when no one else was around
When I had no enemy to conquer
When I was left all by myself
When I was fighting the battle within
It wouldn’t make sense to step to this line
Unless the battle was already won
Michael Jordan had won the game
Long before the play clock had started
I stand on the sidelines, ready to go
The game is just about to begin
The hard part for me is already over
For this is a battle I’ve already fought
Jason Westlake
Sat, Aug 25, 2007
She’s every man’s dream as a wife to have
But I wonder if she fully comprehends
The terrible journey a man must pass through
To become the knight she rightly deserves
She knows she’ll marry a fantastic guy
Who will take care of her every need
But she can’t be there behind the scenes
To witness his rite of passage to her
She doesn’t know he’s had to suffer
Through his own personal hell to get to her
Nothing less could possibly be worthy
For this royal queen who loves so purely
The preparation comes with pain and frustration
With nights of despair and bitter remorse
Wondering if he’ll ever be ready
Doubting he could be all she deserved
He’s spent many years in unbelief
At times, the thought of not being there for her
Was the only thing that kept him going
Knowing he could not back down for her
For to be the husband she would deserve
Would demand almost more than he could be
And require the sacrifice most difficult for him
For him to master his inner demons
She knows what to expect in her future man
He sees it too and becomes discouraged
Because he sees the grand discrepancy
Between where he’s at and where he needs to be
But the greatest challenge of all for him
Would be to accept his own worthiness
To believe he could be that man for her
That he could fulfill her every need
It’s taken years of punishment and torture
To build his character and conviction
To arrive here on this solemn day
Situated across the way from her
To be able in her eyes to enter
To firmly stand within her presence
For her to know without any words
To communicate with his presence only
But here he stands, she knows he’s the guy
He knows it too, he remembers the journey
He looks at her, his inspiration
He remembers the difficulties he suffered
Can she know she created her man?
Without her, he wouldn’t have changed
He’d never her man would have become
Her expectations created his
I know a woman like this does exist
And she knows a man is out there for her
I’m on the journey, she knows not where
The day will come when we’ll finally meet
Jason Westlake
Wed, Aug 22, 2007
He once had a dream he would be trusted
While those close to him doubted his strength
They’d even remind him most of his life
Just how feeble his capacity was
He longed for the day and prayed for the night
When a soul at last would believe in his power
When entrusted he would finally be
With something that would measure his might
He begged and pleaded from those around him
If only they’d see the worth in his eyes
He was ready to serve with his talents
Why couldn’t they see his capacity?
All of his life he could never receive
The confidence and trust of another
When he grew up, his hope faded away
Into the listless realms of reality
Until one day he saw needs unfulfilled
He saw people in pain and knew he could help
At first, from habit he shied away
Keeping his place off in the background
But then a quiet miracle occurred
And a still small voice from heaven he heard
“I have a position that needs to be filled
“A stewardship so sacred to me
“I need a steward to watch my vineyard
“And you’re the one I’ve reserved for this job
“You have my trust with these lives so precious
“I know my vineyard will be safe in your hands”
He wept in tears as he’d never conceived
That God, Himself, placed His trust in him
From that day forward, he never doubted
For he had found what he always possessed
He just never knew he was trusted
And while others always doubted before
He saw he didn’t need their approval
For he had become God’s faithful steward
Nothing much mattered any more
His life was simple, his orders were few
From then on his life was about
Following through with his Master’s plan
Jason Westlake
Fri, Aug 24, 2007
