inspiration

(give the heartspace) Given its opening And closing, This heart is less A witness to The outside world And more a testament To its own inner Habits and occasional Hermitages. Not too priestly though Is its reckoning. It is more of an Artist: Full of itself at times And crushed by Its own weightiness At […]

Beauty may be in the Eyes of the beholder. Beauty is certainly in the Heart of the one who sees it. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.

As the moment of wonder Leads me into its myriad Of fears and inspirations I begin — however tentatively — To ponder the mere shadow Of substance that I can offer With my longings and loves. Then again, I hold sacred The power of “the one” When it is someone else. Why not hold it

Tender are the mercies We must bring to Listening when the Telling is tender, too. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.

Do hearts open and Close like the yapping Mouths of adults who Are self-absorbed with Their own mundanities? Or is the heart’s opening Like the bloom of a flower — More of a once-and-for-all Or at least until some wise Child beholds its beauty And presses it (folded Carefully between pages In what is to

Having made room For two open hearts Here, What would cause us to Push that space away? Only the closing of Our hearts. That would be sad, indeed, And would serve nothing Worthy that I can think of. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.

Under the current Of blood that flows — In we creaturely Characters — Is a pump as gigantic As a continent And as minuscule As a droplet of Spring thaw. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.

If you have ever wondered What sort of living Tissue makes up The heart, You have surely Pieced together That it is the most Tender and The most tough. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2016 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.