Well, there he is again. Sure, I thought he was gone. I forgot that he is not here To haunt me; Only to bring the lesson Of my life back to my Heart Again and again. For the heart of the Boy on a bicycle Was surely broken. Yes, it’s been mended Again and again. …
I’ve been involved with a few musical theatre shows around my new home in Ithaca, New York, for the past few months. I’m learning a lot. Most of what I’m learning is about me. And I think I’m not alone… @muz4now I’d rather have a song in my #heart than a worm in my ear. …
As part of #Quest2015, Pam Houston provided this prompt: “Sit quietly and ask yourself, what in the last day or week or month has made your heart leap up? Not what should, or might or always had, but what did. Make that list. Be honest, even if it surprises you. Keep the list with you …
Billowing like a sail or a kite Fighting to gain a hold on the wind, My heart opens to the Shift. Changing is such a normal thing. I cannot deny the change. It is the infinite view in the Infinitesimal pinhole into My heart’s sight. I see it. I am it. (This shift comes from …
Wind and Sea – a spontaneous #poem – Maui series Read More »
A soft light hovers and sways As I approach the doorway. The voice I hear Is inviting enough. Yet my mind says “no” while My heart says “yes”. I long for these two to be In tune, to harmonize and Symphonize. Both long to sing Together. For now, though, it is more of a dance. …
Rain has been pouring, showering, Gushing and sprinkling all day. Until today, there had been only The memory of rain. The dry, sandy Soil had become crusty and sad. At first the rain pounded. It threatened to burst through Sheltering walls or smash through Clattering glass. Then, it dropped back to a steady Pour, drizzling …
Yes. That is the answer my senses give to The question that has not been asked. No need to wait for the dramatic pause: Trying to slow the beating of my heart Is like asking a dead man to come Alive again. Yes, indeed. Unconsciously, my tongue licks across My upper lip. It might as …
Under this soft exterior Lies an even softer heart. It seems to have weathered What sometimes seemed Like pummeling And sometimes seemed Like cradling. Holding on to either Never got this heart Anywhere. Face towards the morning Sun, it awakens to The emptiness of The new day, And seeing the vacant Opening, it is Filled …
It’s enough to say I give my love away Too easily. Each time, my soft heart Breaks. I’m not that smart When it Comes down to stuff like Feelings. They do spike My pulse And set synapses On fire. Now with this Pharma Stash in my weary Brain, holding bleary (I guess) Expectations so Unspoken …
