Rape of a Rose 

An allegory of one of my failed romantic relationships
 

 The day was dark and I was lonely.

  The nip of fall chilled my heart. 

 Hidden in a corner of the garden

  I discovered a rose bud,

    perhaps the last one of the year. 

 

What a welcome surprise!

  Will I see the colors of summer today

    and fill my nostrils with the romantic scent of spring? 

 

I gazed, dreamily, at the unopened flower,

  wondering what it would look like, anxious

    to enjoy the comfort it would bring to this cold, autumn day. 

 

I caressed it with my fingers.  I breathed

  my warm breath upon it encouraging it to open.

    It would not. 

 

“Time,” I said, “it will take time.”

  But no, I pried and pulled at its delicate,

    tightly rolled pedals. 

 

Soon, I held in my hands a bruised and torn rose.

  A bitterness hit my nose. 

                                               I cried. 

 

           Jim Briones, January 28, 1991 

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I like to live in the …

… knowing — I am free!

There are no
    “have to”s, “must”s, “can’t”s.

No need to worry or fear.

 

In every cell, my body moves
    doing its own “thing.”

And, though singular, contributing to
    the whole community I call “me.”

 

It is said DNA determines who I am.
    To know this program is my desire.

To let it be is my privilege and Joy.

 

The struggle of fear and love —
    which will win.

I am free to chose …
    … if I like.

 

            —Jim Briones

                         Rejuvenation Retreat, April 2010?

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“You are as graceful as an elephant!”

               –A Thai compliment

 

Elephant walk

 

She’s graceful– 

   Not clumsy at all. 

Foot sure and strong; 

    Angel dancing on 

       flower tops. 

 

Strange?  You bet’cha, 

   This seeming paradox. 

Large, a “land whale,” 

    small whip of a tail. 

       Jungle Ballerina! 

  

              --Jim Briones, March 19, 2004 

 

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Thanksgiving 

 

Hey!  Let us take time right now to think of all we have–

Lives that bless each other and Creator as we laugh!

Let’s give thanks for family, friends, for love, and great food to share.

For life with hope and wonder, and our good God’s tender care. 

 

And as we look around us may the joy of Family

Fill our being with thanks giving for everyone we see.

We look into each other’s eyes and feel the warmth that’s there.

Each unique and beautiful; all have gifts to share. 

 

We come together here to get away from work and strife.

And also turn our hearts to God, the one who gives us life.

We’re grateful for this food, God; give us health and strength to live.

Sustain us with unchanging love and all that’s positive. 

 

                  Thank you! 

         Thank you! 

       Thank you! 

                                                                                          Amen! 

            --James Briones, Thanksgiving 2000                   

 

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Ballerina in Glass 

 

I leap forever caught like a fly in a web. 

Or maybe I am the web—lace of placid grace. 

 

What I would give to be free, to walk off 

this stage of glass and into the world of flesh. 

Where is my prince with the kiss that would 

quicken my heart and bring color to my cheeks? 

 

Here, there is no pain—and no pleasure. 

For me no hope, only illusion. 

Yet one seeing me may wonder at my poise 

and find joy in my chance reminder: 

 

Life’s a dance, not a race.

 

                     --Jim Briones, December 9, 2006

Only Joy!

 Four poems by James Briones

            Rejuvenation Retreat, January 28, 2005

 

See me, friend, know me—

    for I am more than you perceive.

 

My universe breathes—

    in, out—expanding, contracting.

 

Small, now—in boxes in the dark,

    it wants to unpack, one box at a time,

filling space full of light.

 

To tell me of your love is not enough.

    Help me to be all that I am.

For this I would be very grateful.

 

     Thank you.

 

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If I were to sit in the dirt, digging.

If I shunned the palace,

preferring the garden.

 

If I speak to the beggar, love the worm,

hold close to my heart the untouchable—

 

      I dare

         I care

            I do

               I will

 

I will to live. I will embrace life. I will see

in the tiny, shriveled seed the mighty oak.

I will recognize the worm as my friend,

the beggar as me.

 

I will touch and be touched.

For this is life—true, fulfilling, joyous life!

 

                   <<< >>>

 

I dip my cupped hands

    in the mighty stream of life,

bringing to my lip

    that which truly satisfies,

drinking in the power just to be.

 

Now I am the stream,

    and all beings who drink are, too.

Together we flow endlessly,

    joyously on our journey—home.

 

                   <<< >>>

 

When someone deeply listens to me

    I know I am important,

that I have value—

    that someone cares.

 

When someone listens deeply to me

    I want to return the gift,

I mean— share the rare treasure

    by deeply listening, too.

 

I long to see a world peopled with

    deep listeners.

 

There would be no more

 

       war,

            pain,

                 sorrow—

                                             only joy!

 

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Out of sorrow. Into Joy!

 

Following Christ. A trail with trials.

Smitten and smiling. With tears and crying

    for peace.

 

In a dark cave. Then out in the light.

Red eyes adjusting. Seeing.

    Hopelessness turning bright.

 

Fear of a wrong step. Each one leading.

 

Trust. One walked here before.

Yes! One who was there. Is here!

 

Wishing you hope this “Good” Friday,

        A Joyful Sunday

               And a Life rich in love,

 

         --Jim Briones, April 10, Holy Week, 2009

 

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In me is the Universe

 

In me is the universe

    Of all kinds of beings

Without whom I would not be.

    Beyond all my pride

I honor each “lowly” creature.

    To them I ask:

Do you need me? Like I need you?

    But,

I know the answer—Oh—Yes!

    Amen!

 

50 trillion individuals in community am I.

    All unique and with the same DNA.

Fractals—The whole seen in the part

    Hallelujah!

 

And who is God?

    Dare I admit—me?

 

Again—Yes!

    For it is my will that decides destiny for all.

 

                   <<< >>>

 

I See You

 

I see you in the mirror

    Backward

I struggle to right you

    Can not. Why?

I am trying too hard?

I am in the dream?

I can only see the surface?

Not in the mirror—

    In my heart.

 

         --Jim Briones, Oct 24, 2008, Rejuvenation Retreat

                       Jim Briones, Artist
                                                          Jewelry for Health & Spirit. Natural stones and fibers contribute to well-being. 


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