Here, you’ll find the stuff that Stan Stewart has created: poetry, music, inspirations, staying connected with the present moment, photography, and more.
Allow me to explain: Living is ordinary and Extraordinary at the same time. Neither of these judgments About living are reason for fear or Dread or crushing push. The ordinary may be common-place, But it is not to be taken for granted. It is only considered by me (or by you) To be ordinary, because […]
Up, my heart, from Your drowsy, Winter-like Sleep. Now is the time to Mold the future! Up, You climb there — into The lap of gentleness Now. For tomorrow holds Gentleness to the side of You At best. This is not the Time for napping and For Yawns. This is the moment Of remembering who
There’s been a definite Chill in the air And judging by the melting Snow and ice, It looks like it’s time For a thaw. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
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It just takes a moment To upset the cart Or to put it ahead of The horse. Putting the horse in The proper harness Takes a bit longer. Go ahead. Try it out and you’ll see. And it will be well worth The wait, for the cart Upset Is of far less interest Than the
It’s not that we don’t Have worries, wonders and longings. It’s that we don’t know How to quell or fulfill them In a timely fashion. Oh, to be like a leaf on a tree. It has a clear purpose, But fulfills its destiny Without concern, stress Or self-absorbed disregard For all the other leaves In
A friend calls. I have news, but do not want To seem too pushy. I’m thinking — for some reason — that My news will Take over the conversation. And I’m thinking that would be sub-optimal. He’s a good friend And I’m glad to listen to His tales and questions. And then, he pauses. I
What if the poet has no words? What if the painter has no paints? What if the crafter has no glue And the musician, no song? Then, what would we call “art”? Would it be the way we decide on What ingredients to mix together In our meals? Or the timing of when to open
Why is it that adults put So little importance on Their favorite color? There’s nothing to be Embarrassed about. It’s a simple attraction. Having them is like Having a tiny itch: We may be able to Analyze and learn Much from knowing Just why this is So intriguing to us. But this is as if
Entering into the forest at night, Far from the over-lighted, packed-in Huddles of civilization, The dark backdrop of sky is Riddled with stars. They look to me like an enclave Of individuals: each one vibrant (Even if not so bright) As the next; Their twinkling moments Often come in waves of Synchronicity. In other
