cause and effect

you breathe, I inhale you;
like the warm rays of sun
beckoning grass covering
dew to rise up and fly back
to the clouds.

you speak, I soak you in;
like the voice of God whispering
down from heaven and altering
hearts to turn from old ways 
for a higher purpose.

you look my way, I dive in;
like a man who has walked the
desert for many years and finally
arrives at a lake filled with the
purest of waters.

you smile, I leap upon your lips;
like an astronaut who spent
far too long in space and has
returned to step foot once more
in his beloved home.

you touch me, I melt;
like an unlit candle waiting
patiently for it’s wick to be
ignited so it may be warmed
by the flame.

you kiss me, I kiss you;
like a babe who can only
mimmick what is seen and
hopes you feel the way I do
when our lips meet.

                               Jaymes Ian Woode


Love sparks

it happens in a flash, a brief
encounter, two people meeting
on the street, online, a coffee shop,
and they engage in conversation,
talk about the weather and where
they are from, it deepens into what
they do for a living, how they were
raised, what their hopes and dreams
are, they order a second cup, one
without cream and move from the
barstool to a booth, laughing at this
moment, this unexpected invitation
into each other’s life, though brief it
is heartfelt, passionate, and inside
visions of the near future begin to
arise, to come into light with color,
seeing hands being held, soft kisses,
playful moments in the park, with a
dog, and then a wedding, she’s in
white lace, seams adorned with gems,
her wavy hair falling on her shoulders,
as he stares, not afraid but frozen in her
presence, his vows memorized, they
walk the aisle together, into the
parking lot and the horse drawn
carriage, she steps in, he follows, they
embrace, her cup is empty, his still full,
she smiles at his silence as he comes
back to reality, he shivers, his hands
moist, but he knows, without any
doubt, right now, at this very moment,
what he must do, or fear losing
the magic she created in him.

                                          Jaymes Ian Woode

River of goodness

like heated rays beaming
upon ice dripping slowly
down glacial mountainsides,
streaming through a slalom
of white covered aspens
shaking mounted snowflakes
from their branches, dusting the 
thin air like eagles soaring through
layered clouds, calling their mates
whom wait, nestling their young,
cuddling frail bodies, shelter, 
granting pleasurable security
whilst eyeing braided brooks
quietly nourishing pastures seasoned
of off-spring, taking wobbly first
steps amid crowding proud mothers
appreciating nature’s run-off,
sustenance, the life-saving power
of several tiny drops of water;
the importance of compliments.

                                   Jaymes Ian Woode

Life’s life

enlighten me, if you have a moment,
time to spare, there seems to be so
much, time, wasted, unfilled by
meaningless acts purposefully
justified, supported, argued to
the hilt, but really, enlighten me
so as to cause feelings to uprise,
sinking doubt or question, if you
will, please, beg thee I will not,
as I relish in existence, sitting,
waiting, watching passerbys
scoot along, with children, puppies,
hailing lifts to somewhere, meaning-
less, yet I feel the gentle breeze
brushing my sun soaked skin,
cooling my face, layering my
hair, enlightening me to matters
of importance, like skipping stones,
or walking, breathing ever so deep,
inhaling life, what it used to be,
appreciated, so I’ve been told.

                                  Jaymes Ian Woode


spring torrent, whips,
thrashing against pane,
wooden rocker, ghostly
old soul moving about,
screaming wind, trapped,
unsure they way to go,
swirling above, playing in
the trees across the street;
oh, how connected we are,
you and me, our existence
similar this night, spinning
about, destination unknown,
we sigh with heaviness and rage,
deep resonating melodies,
high pitches and low,
wailing aloud, lost, voicing
deep moans of frustration,
yet we pause, enough to tease
branches, waving as we pass,
at life, wishing to move, to 
uproot, though we, slapping
wind and I, yearn not to
remain uprooted, but to plant,
quieted and still, embracing
grounded possibilities.

                                        Jaymes Ian Woode

Love lessons from a treadmill!

 Today, I will go as far as saying that love is much like a workout.  In fact, I will go a bit further to say that all you need to know about love can be discovered by a lengthy workout on the treadmill.  How can this be?  Glad you asked.  Today, as I ran on the treadmill, my mind started drawing several comparisons to love and how to keep love healthy, just like your heart.  Maybe it is because I have been the patient of cardiologists for so long now, and because I am passionate about love and relationships, that I can understand these things.  Regardless of why, I will do my best to help you understand them too!  So, here are 5 love lessons from a treadmill:

1. You set the pace!  The nice thing about treadmills is that you have control over the pace in which you walk or run.  The same is true for love.  You are the only one who can determine how much you are able to give or push yourself in a relationship.  You are Continue reading

Surfing the marketing process…

As you all know, I am currently working with my assistant who had put together a wonderful marketing campaign for my 101 Behaviors book.  With a few interviews already set up, we are discussing television appearances on a few local and non-local stations.  Along with interviews, reviewers have started commenting on the book and my nerves are beginning to ease.  There are more decisions to be made when marketing a book and I am finding this a fun learning process.  Many questions enter my mind about which avenues are the most properous to follow and which are truly devils in disguise.  Thankfully, I possess, what I like to call, a surfer mentality.  Sure, I have surfed before, never being really great at it, but it is the principles of surfing that have guided me to make important decisions and to learn to accept the outcomes of those decisions whether good or not-so-good. 

You see, in the ocean, waves come and waves go.  The important thing to remember is that the ocean continues to produce waves, some big and others small, on a continual basis.  As a surfer, it is nice to sit on your board in the ocean and watch for the wave that you want to ride.  If you never grab a wave, you haven’t surfed.  More experienced surfers know what waves will provide them with the better ride while less experienced surfers are just happy to catch a wave, regardless of size.  Well, in the book world, I am a less experienced surfer who is glad to ride small waves so that I can understand how they influence my process.  With each wave that I catch, I learn more and become more skilled.  The more that I develop my skills and understanding, the choosier I can be about which waves I will ride.  However, as any surfer knows, on flat days, a small wave might just be the giant you’ve been waiting for!  Surf’s up!