Poem 169: canvas
Blank. Canvas. Paint. Begin. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Music, Poetry, and More
Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
Poem 0168: demonstration
Outside my morning window, two birds are having a bit of a chat. It seems that they want to demonstrate that they each can sing A song of their own choosing. Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple Song and not worry about
Poem 0167: feel
Spilling over to feeling contentment — Dread can no longer hold its sway — Waters of hope and longing and being Wash the well-known “lonely” away. Present to wonders of being the in breath: Simple reminders of compassion’s time. Rising and falling, the belly reminds us Of rhythms suspended like poems that don’t rhyme. ~
Poem 0166: dragonfly 3
dragonflies are a lover’s best friend they do not pursue one another with that bashful fear we often see in humans they go after each other with playful glee and do not stop until they are attached one to the other ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Poem 0165: dragonfly 2
dragonflies run in circles do cartwheels around each other around the lilypads around the lilies that rise above them dragonflies rise high above anything imaginable to this kayak-bound frog ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Poem 0164: dragonfly 1
Today, if I could be any creature of my choosing, I would choose the dragonfly: For when I watch them circling about — buffeting against one other — I am drawn into their play and I long to be part of it. I know that in my current body That is not possible. So, for
what’s love got to do with it
One of the things I discovered while changing my business name is that it’s easy to become attached to things like names and mantras. That attachment (not being in the present moment) can be a significant distraction from things like creative pursuits: For example, making music. And in my case, the distraction worked like a charm. If it
A Poem: interdependence day
The butterfly effect. I step out of my door early in the morning And choose to let my foot drop to the ground Where it will. Today, that footfall happens to be on a small Creature, barely visible if I had taken the time To look there and notice it. I will never know the
Poem 0162: belief
I saw a man standing — glassy-eyed And upward looking — at the side of the path. There were a few things he said that I cannot Be at all sure what they were. But these came through clear and bold: “I am OK. It is your choice to believe me or not. I do
Poem 0161: re-bloom
It’s not that love disappeared. Not even close. It’s that there has been a fresh Blossoming of that delightful Sensation and desire in me. A kind of open-heart surgery Where I am both the physician And the patient. The object of my re-bloomed love? It is both you And the me that I had drowned