Seeker of Magnificant Peace…

September 14, 2017 § 2 Comments

…is what you are, they said, with eyes upward, always
searching the sky for answers, connections
as if they were written in the space between clouds
you peel back the pages of unassuming novels
and whisper sentences aloud 
while divinity falls from the pages
you can’t help but hear the silence between spoken word
peering between the eyes of the same, the other
suddenly finding presence in a habitual day
presence that wakes you up like cold water 
you swallow the steady tones of your yoga teacher’s chant 
“open your crown chakra, 
see the barriers fall between you and the divine
you are connected to the wisdom of the universe”
inhale, exhale
never stop seeking 

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on loss

September 13, 2017 § Leave a comment

swimming into the space of without 
having one fully there
and then not 
you feel 
so fully, and don’t believe 
you’ve ever felt
as much as you do, 
now,
that you’ve felt loss, 
now 
that you’ve felt thoughts
wring themselves dry
in your hands
so fully
I wonder
at the very same time
both, if I’ll ever have any more 
thought
to think and if I’ll ever 
be able to grasp 
a moment of calm 
when my mind isn’t 
spinning 
frantically in circles, 
loss
that so fully awakens you 
makes you 
present, but oppressively 
makes you 
absent, presses every inch 
of your mind, pulls every fiber 
of your being apart, no matter who 
made the decision 
the call
the whisper of doubt
the degree
to which you feel is so 
ever 
present, here
pulling your tendons in 
every direction
leaving you to fully feel
still, numb, torn, broken
loneliness though is a gift
of resilience 
it gives 
perspective
pulls together the heart
stitches it up
makes you wash your hair
toast your bread
get on with your day
keeps your heart 
tapping, lungs 
gasping, feet 
stepping, hands 
typing
albeit 
pounding, 
sharply, 
numbly, 
achingly,
at times
it’s amazing 
despite the weight
the things you feel
when you let yourself 
feel…
your mind 
and heart and cells
are capable of expressing
everything, just cells, 
pieces of the earth 
we’re just pieces
of this place, yet
we feel so deeply
we think so profoundly 
it’s a gift
I can’t express
my thanks
how lucky am I
to have met another soul, 
perhaps, just once in this life,
who made me feel so 
deeply

cadence

September 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

rhythmic syllables spin within your mind
more often than dialogue or data  
whispering, floating mantras 
cadences and choruses, gently dipping
and rising, like carousels of phrase
and with each circle 
the sounds cling more closely together
gathering by necessity,
spinning into song with centrifugal fervor, 
overflowing outward
onward, upward…
and the world can’t help but swallow them whole

rise again

September 5, 2017 § Leave a comment

when the ocean falls
but rises like a bird dives
then rises as a carousel dips
and rises to the falling winds
which rise like a smile turns
and rises like the sun sets
but always, always rises.

reason

September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments

sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold 
so, I write a poem

difference

September 3, 2017 § 2 Comments

the moments that feel 
the most changed, are those that start
and end without thoughts you

Sept 1

September 2, 2017 § 2 Comments

for the start…

the sense of heart

is best kept, not within, 

but without, aloud,

when we’re born we can’t speak

but we sense, we share, 

perhaps, when we find our voice

do we forget how to feel? sense? care?