I like the idea Of having a view Out of my bedroom window And yet it seems to Be the stuff that Fairy tales and novels Are made of. Real folk have views Of streets, Parking lots, Brick walls, Or even the window In the neighbor’s house. But I’m talking About a view of Trees, […]
Once again awakened, too early, I look into the darkness for Answers. I notice that the only answer It holds is the one About light. Fear hovers in the sheets. It draws from past memories About similar stories it Holds as failures: Of melancholy aloneness That seemingly had no Redeeming qualities; Of grief that brought
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Too many images Flood the space in my subconscious Seemingly demanding Attention Some beautiful Wistful sunbathing Holding you in the surf A reality now become a dream With the edge of winter And our temporary separateness Some filled with a strange sense of Completeness In the midst of a reality of So much that’s incomplete
Alone in the bustling airport — And yes, you know it’s some sort of Oxymoron to call it alone — Christmas Eve seemed like A hollow vessel compared with Your original expectations. Even the prospect of repeated Rituals and those hugs that hurt Your neck seemed blissful Compared to the prospect of This particular aloneness.
Flow into your life With whatever subtlety or Bravado you want. Either way, you will be Accepted in these Receptive walls and halls. You can decorate later. For now, just drink up What life is offering To you every day. Don’t ignore the bits You’ve made yourself: They are just as juicy As the gifts
You think you are entering The void, But this is a life that is Full to the brim. You may not even need To pack a bag. Everything you need will Be there when you Arrive. You just need To open your eyes and Your heart to be able To see in a new way
At first, it is a tiny rumble: Like the quiet growl of Warning from a protective canine. Yet it is not so much a disturbance As a natural shift to whatever Needs to happen next. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2013 by muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
When you cannot explain Beauty, change, or any of a million other things And you want to explain it away with Magic or Deny it because it’s “Too good to be real”, Don’t be afraid: Approach this and all of life With simple awe And wonder. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ copyright ©
My jet lagged eyes are heavy with Not knowing If they should sleep Or wake. I hold them open to Begin another day in this Distant world. It is glorious to see an Exotic land filled With its own kind of Beauty that is, indeed, Foreign to me. So I am drinking it in with
