Seeking

There are things we can not see or hear or taste or know and the more we try to feel them the farther that they go when the mind is finally calm and the heart can then receive the knowing of not knowing begins to be conceived the blessings all around are in your every... Continue Reading →

When

When will it be That I will see Everything I’m meant to be Where every turn Is said to lead Where ego can no longer feed The questioning mind Is a formidable foe With the stories it creates The fictional thoughts The emotional strife To which consensus can relate The door is cracked The path... Continue Reading →

Sometimes

Sometimes I do not know what it is I want to say Sometimes instead of flow The words get in the way The yes and no The right and wrong The should and could and would The up and down The crazy sounds The evil and the good Perspective lost in time Translation ends up... Continue Reading →

The Flower

The beauty of a flower reflects me The perfection of every petal The awkwardness of its stem Extended down in to the earth Rooted in the dirt Holding tight While it sways in the wind The complexity of its system Made of water Essence Breathing out oxygen Sharing vital air with me. The flower holds... Continue Reading →

Dance with Me

I want to dance To share with you All the things music can do when you take my hand and twirl when you kick your feet you light the room you light the world you lighten all your load put it down and shake it off let go of you and find something pure there... Continue Reading →

Content

What type of content should I write What message should be sent? Can I impact through a poem, Will it express my true intent? Is the vibration of the words More important than the theme Does the reader have capacity to get what the words mean? With so much noise around us Another message lost... Continue Reading →

Dark Thoughts

There is a place that we go Where we house the dark thoughts We hope no one will ever hear It’s the voice of what if Where no light can exist And it is always driven by fear We walk through our days With a voice in our heads And actually think it is ours... Continue Reading →

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