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. […]
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
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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 ©
I’m melting. Not in a liquid way though, For I am also Catching fire. Azure. Not an anticipated, Fiery color. Yet natural and Fully ablaze. Azure ablaze. Looking deeply, Azure into blue into azure Calls forth the flame. The fire is perfected. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart ~ copyright © 2013 by muz4now, inc.
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.
Leaves fall in Autumn and cover the ground in layers Or beds. The top layer is dry and brittle. Touching these may cause them to crumble. Or the wind may simply lift them away to show The next layer down which is warm And misty with the former liquid life, Like coursing veins, that is now Laying
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
