Seeker of Magnificent 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
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
reason
September 5, 2017 § 2 Comments
sometimes the wonder
is just all too great to hold
so, I write a poem
dreamer
September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment
every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be
but what about me?
perspective
April 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
from here,
the expansive sky appears still,
a serene pool of black
spilling over with eyes
as twinkling stars, their light spreads
across our faces, their depth remains
a mystery, as we look up
from here.
like us,
they misalign, wander,
fade, become lost in blinding waves of black,
it’s a wonder they can breath,
it’s a wonder they find the surface
of our small rock
their light swimming through
the depths of their lonely home
positioned so far, they find
enough light, always,
to radiate
through space
through years
through lifetimes
through innumerable expanses of darkness.
their light dives down
all the way
to us,
to here,
spilling perspective
across our eyes
feather
December 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
most days I’m a feather clinging to the wing of a multicolored bird
quivering from the wind, but always returning to the place where I belong
blending and fading with the soft abyss of surrounding comfort, I wait.
some days I’m the multicolored bird piercing the sky
flying with the wind, at such a height that makes my colors melt
into one single, perfect hue, blending into the welcome air, I soar.
but today I am the sky, an expanse filled with possibility, with fear
propelling the wind, but quivering and melting, fading and flying
I don’t leave or return because I’m already here, so I breathe.
to rise
December 9, 2014 § 5 Comments
those rows of roses
all sowed just so, sewed
with thread, they were tread
in a path just so
and we ambled through as anglers
searching madly, blindly
through the murk, the dark
in a sea, we couldn’t see
we sang songs in our blindness
forcing fallacy filled fantasies
and what we read in the dark turned red
like those roses
but thankfully with care
we came up for air
above it all,
we rose
seasonal
December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
when it’s dark
too early, and I’m driving home from work
my headlights guiding my car’s path
I always wish for spring
but suddenly I worry
that when spring arrives
and it rains
too much, and I’m driving home from work
my wipers guiding my car’s path
I will always wish for fall
mantra
December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
“you are powerful beyond measure”
my yoga teacher whispered into our expanse of sweaty bodies, all twisted and teetering and balancing on a single leg that had gone numb minutes ago
“you have a special light that shines”
she proclaimed as we bent and twisted and tried to breathe like darth vader while emptying our minds and simultaneously channeling inner peace and oneness with the earth
“you are enough”
we inhaled, we exhaled
and somehow, we believed her
acquaintance
November 20, 2014 § 1 Comment
i knew
him for five years,
but I didn’t really know him
at all.
yet,
his dog
and i became
the closest of friends
within the first few hours
of meeting.
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