RHEY's blog: "LOVE IS IMMORTALITY"

On March 7, 1956, Mother of our Twins, Joan died ... it is at long last, my turn; my Brain whispers these words into my aching ears ... Love 'n (one more poem), RHEY ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I'M DYING TO DREAM When from my arms, to underground, her body slid from view, alone again, I dreamed inside sobbing for my Love that died. Alone again, I dream inside, wanting to hear that I have died. Wanting to know we both are free to share sweet Love eternally. Alone again, I dream inside waiting to hear that I have died so WE can dream our lovers' dream ... together ... again! ~ ~ ~ RWH, Feb 2, 2007 ~ ~ ~

To my Joan(s) in waiting; Mother of our Twins, Joan, died in 1956 when they were nine months old; Twin Daughter Joan joined Mother in April, 2004. It's my turn now ... we soon will dance together again, ... smiling in the shadows. Love 'n Stuff, RHEY ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ SHADOW DANCING Death smiles alone, in the shadow of Life. Waiting. I dance alone, in the shadow of Life. Waiting. You dance alone, a shadow in Death. Waiting. It is time for US to dance in Love. Together. Smiling in the shadows, Again! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, December 09, 2006

Life is more than flesh and blood ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ SPIRIT LOVE When our worldly Minds relax, it sets our Spirits free they quickly build a bridge across the obstacles we see. Thus when our Bodies sleep at night, no matter where they lay, Our Spirits join as one in Love … … until the break of day. The strange sensation that you feel, Is Spirit need inside; Yearning to fulfill Our Love your worldly Mind denies. I yield to Spirit voice inside, You ponder worldly fears; and when I cried my Love out loud, you wondered at my tears. The worldly Mind controls the acts of beings here on earth, here Spirit needs can be denied regardless of their worth! But when your mortal Mind’s at rest, your Spirit flies to me, to nestle in my arms each night, and share Our Love contentedly So if your Mind believes it dreams, of Love’s sweet happiness … it is no dream, we really are engaged in sweet caress. The worldly fears you listen to endanger Love you feel, the Spirit voice you hear inside, can tell you what is real. And I will never let US go, ignoring worldly Mind, As long as Spirit Love is there I’ve hope somehow we’ll find … … US! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, April 20, 2006 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I am surprised with Life ... (gee, that sounds like it would make a good topic to write a poem about! Love 'n Stuff, RHEY ...

the ZINN SYNDROME* of Rhey W. Hedges** Harsh reality fades away, Imagination rules the day, Lonely sensations stir inside, Forbidden feelings flutter, Reason falters, Intellect fails, A fantasy of love prevails. The ZINN-effect is fact it seems, it grows my sweetest dream of dreams: “youthful warm affection has grown to woman’s love” … Feelings find expression, sparkling eyes move close to mine, searching lips share silent sounds, softly shaping love’s embrace; breathing quickens, pulses race, two are one in time and place, sharing rhythm, rhyme and pace, … finding love together … Then, … reality returns again ... And once again there is a friend who loves me in a friendly way. The ‘woman’ ZINN, is ‘girl’ again, and I am old, old Rhey. Each time the cycle is complete, I feel the sadness of defeat, and search for reasons to defend, why I have ZINNed again! **(Rhey was recently diagnosed as a chronic “ZINNer”) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ NOTE: this was written for, to and because of … my Dear Friend, June Zinn in June 1977

Her name was "June" ... ... and she was younger than I ... and we were Friends ... loving, caring "Friends". Friends, NOT romantic lovers (when in public and in front of the eyes of the world) But we dare not be alone ... away from prying eyes. And we dare not sleep ... because with sleep came the dreams ... ... and so the poem betrays our public image ... and tells the truth. Was it true? Or was it ALL a dream? ... An earlier poem may answer that last question. If, after reading this one ... anyone wants to read the earlier one ... JUST LET ME KNOW... chances are I can find it somewhere (still smoldering from the subject material) This was my question to June: "Who Dreams With Me"? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ WHO DREAMS WITH ME? Who seems like you? Who is betrayed by worldly day, that blanks me from her love some way? I search for love in loveless eyes, full lovely lips their love denies, we share no love by day. Yet in the night she steals my dreams, and dreams a love it seems she feels. her love denied, is love inspired, and loveless eyes with love are fired. … Stirring shivers of delight, sweep across me in the night; rushing waves of happiness, circle out from her caress; whispered words of love I hear, sounds of breathing in my ear, loving limbs that intertwine softer lips that pleasure mine dizziness from nectar wine mortal needs soon overcome images of two as one, … immortality begun! … Who shares this dream of love with me, This dreamer’s dream of love I see? Who loves me when the world is gone, And then denies me with the dawn? WHO? Who dreams with me? She seems so much like you … ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges wrote this poem to -and for- June ... on June 29, 1978 ...

Look for me in the shadows ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ SHADOW DANCING Death smiles alone, in the shadow of Life. ... Waiting. I dance alone, in the shadow of Life. ... Waiting. You dance alone, a shadow in Death. ... Waiting. It is time for US to dance in Love. ... Together. Smiling in the shadows, ... Again! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, December 09, 2006

RESOLUTION OF A FOOL … RAMBLING THOUGHTS … Those who think in mortal terms, view Love as a “bag of worms’, a threat to worldly living, … giving, giving, giving …, a strain on the brain, a drain in the main, the SMART ones don’t marry! … … … … … … … … Yet, I intend to seek a wife, who understands that LOVE is LIFE. A person not afraid to live, who’s free to take and free to give. A person brave enough to face The grueling struggle of the race, But smart enough to share the strain of trudging uphill in the rain. … … And yet I still recall the smile, Of one who ran near for a while; Who took my hand, then let it fall, OH GOD, I loved her most of all! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges, August 5, 1973

Hey, WATCH OUT FOR MY LOVELY FRIEND "LENA" ...! A word to the wise: if you ever feel like this with "Lena" (or whoever), YOU are "in love"! Love 'n (smiling) Stuff, RHEY ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ WHEN YOU ARE NEAR Feelings begin to swirl about, sensations whirl within, without; spirits rise to a higher plane, Love burns with a hotter flame; nothing in Life remains the same … . . . . . when YOU are near! Alone again I dream inside, forgetting all the tears I cried; again alone I love and dream, ignoring all the years between, Love memories power my dream … . . . . . wanting YOU near! 'Tho the years between us are real, and your Love could be just a dream, my spirits still rise with your name, feelings swirl and whirl and enflame, nothing inside remains the same … . . . . . when YOU are near! We fall in love each time we meet, blending our dreams of love complete; cool reason doesn’t cool Love’s flame that flares unbidden with your name; Love is different, yet always the same … . . . . . when YOU are near! I feel my Love; Your Love; Our Love; all Love … . . . . . when YOU are near! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~ Rhey W. Hedges, August 27, 2005

WHAT IS 'TRUE LOVE' ... I respectfully begin the discussion with these observations, opinions and thoughts ... Let's face it ... "Love" is a "Spiritual event' of the Brain second to none ...and... that's the anxiety producing aspect. "Love" is not logical, not physical, not of this world. Not OF the world, but it is IN this world ... IN this world because it (love) is in our Brains (our Minds) and our Minds are OF this world, IN this world ... WE are here! No wonder we grow anxious, nervous, excited, fearful, eager ... and our pulses race when love is in our eyes ... There is an endless fundamental conflct taking place and we are a party to it ... in the middle of it. There is this physical world, people killing each other with no end in sight ... and then, there is "peaceful, tender Love" inside of "us" what an unlikely combination! Is there a Spirit World ... or just a World, World with "Spirts" in it ...??? Poetically speaking, I see 'neurological activity' ... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ . . . WORLDLY MIND Mind of pliant plan and plot Fears what logic says is not, A function mathematical, And urgings problematical. Mind was carefully made to deal With what we see, not what we feel. Love plus Love is one, not two, One’s not “one” in Spirit view ‘til Logic indisputable, is wholly disreputable. Love was skillfully made to save the Logic Mind from early grave. Geometric patterns pure only in this world endure; the Being unconstructable, in Love is indestructible. Shape was artfully made for earth and only here does it have worth. Reason for most gifted Minds generates the Fear that binds all feelings undefinable sensations undesignable. Yet Thought was actually made to blend The Mortal World to Spirit end. … thus … I’d rather die as one refused, than die alone my Love unused. to give to Love and lose is pain, fearing to Love is Life in vain. Hell … Might well, Be Eternal living, Knowing Love was locked within, And seeing well, what might have been! Rhey W. Hedges, 1973 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ What is "True Love" ... let's ignore our "Worldly Mind" for a moment and talk about Love ... with our Spirit Minds! OKAY, EVERYBODY ... IT'S YOUR TURN !! Love 'n Stuff, RHEY ...

LOVE IS IMMORTALITY I’ve come to know there are two MINDS that live inside of me; one can only know this world, the other can be free. The worldly MIND can never love, thus does not understand, when feelings ebb and flow inside like waves upon the sand. It finds no earthly reason why a being lives or dies; why feelings do not follow thought, when Love is in my eyes. The worldly MIND says all is well no outer dangers near, and yet the OTHER sounds alarms, that ring inside my ear. They both are there and both aware, my BODY was their womb; yet worldly MIND nust stay confined within this mortal tomb. The OTHER knows no boundaries except in human life, a SPIRIT MIND is not a man, or boy or girl or wife. Each time it joined a life on earth it shared a BODY style, for flesh is not identity the form is just a trial. MIND and flesh are vehicles for SPIRIT use on earth; the challenge each must meet in life is giving love of worth. Our feelings, Love and high ideals are not a worldly trait; fulfillment sought in worldly ways insures a MORTAL fate. My worldly MIND unfeeling thinks, uncertain as to “why’s”; the OTHER knows ‘thru me it loves but if we fail … it dies! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Rhey W. Hedges April 21, 1973