I have a friend who Perpetually Pursues the Precipice That he blissfully calls Mountaintop experiences. (“Mountaintop experiences” Are what I used to call Those ever so gentle weekend retreats I have enjoyed attending and For which I seem to have nothing To show in spite of the bravado With which I shared my experiences From […]
“To change and to change for the better are two different things.” ~ German proverb I know that what is happening right now is what is happening right now. Yet, in my humanness, I shift into thinking of future and especially of past moments instead of being right here, right now. And so, while there
As untimely as snow in Spring, Love comes and goes. Not wanting or waiting for Mortal desires, it flashes In surprising (perhaps even Strange) acts of everything: From the most endearing Coming together to a fearsome Turning away. Love does not wait to Burst open in blossoming Delight. Nor does it wane At the moment
I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is breaking thinking of the relationships I have betrayed over the years (And continue to betray) with whatever level of intention or unintentionality I have brought to them I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is
I try not to complain about rain. There’s something beautiful and calming about the way that it splashes, Creates a drumbeat on the earth, a pulse on our heads… umbrellas…
I’ve been telling myself That I have to. And I know it is not true. Have To Builds walls and fortresses that hold in Nothing. It cannot contain anything but vacuum For it is the hardened place of boredom And obligation. So, this is not the time for Have To. No. To soften the hard
The moon does not blaze its way From the cusp of the horizon To the heights of the atmosphere. It is content to meander slowly, Incrementally From the tops of the ridges To the apex of its nightly rounds. There, with its reflected brilliance (Shining alike on cloud and clear) The moon (Without judgment or
There are ever-expanding Circles that I am part of. Some encompass just you and me. Others? The whole race. I long to be part of that more Giant whole and often sense The grace in that. Other times, that global circle Is too much abstraction and I long only to join with you In mutual
What happens when A heart is filled With longing But its object Is nowhere To be found? ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2012 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 188/1,000
