She ran towards her old friend, tears streaming down her face. They were at it again and she just had to escape. Home was not a happy place for her. But the woods nearby were. She ran to them, often. She was told to stay out of the forest, that teenagers hung out there, drinking…. Read more »
Posts Categorized: poetry
A shared life
A plant’s breath gives life to us. Our breath gives life to them. We take in them as we breathe. They take in us as they breathe. Fully interconnected in a beautiful dance of life. Fruit of their womb. For us. Scent of their perfume, for us. Beauty of their adornment. For us. Seeds for… Read more »
The Wrong Side of a Gun
Have you ever been on the wrong side of a gun? The end that screams death as metal hurls faster than any force man could exert on his own and rips apart flesh like it wasn’t even there? Have you ever heard the screams or loosed them yourself as the wrong side of the gun… Read more »
The loud voices
I lost myself in the loud voices; couldn’t hear myself. They called, cajoled, Insisted. “Be like us.” “Believe like us.” They made me afraid of being wrong. But I see now that they were the ones afraid, not me. Because I’ve always known what I believe, I just let them talk me out of it… Read more »
Listen
Shhhhhhhh. Listen. Behind the voices. It’s the song of spirit, the language of love, the pureness of thought that doesn’t need laws because all that is good lives outside of them, in the place of grace. photo credit: sniggie Nydia, the blind girl of Pompeii, listens via photopin (license)
Do Over
Do over. Starting now. No more carrying other people’s pain. No more carrying their mistakes either. We are each carrying enough of our own. Time to drop those, too, into the past where they belong. Unencumbered, let us move forward With a heart full of love, A mind full of peace, And lips full of… Read more »
A place of grace
Let me live from a place of grace, where my light shines bright and judgement melts like dripping wax until, in the end, nothing remains but a burning light over the remains of what once was. photo credit: Alexander Babl Melted Candle via photopin (license)
The Story of Me
As I looked into the mirror tonight and saw my wrinkles I wondered, when do I have enough wrinkles that I cross the line into elderly? Then I realized that there is no line to cross but that I am walking the line – a linear journey from birth to death and that the wrinkles… Read more »
See it that way
Life is beautiful. If you see it that way. Life is ugly. If you see it that way. The way we see the world is a reflection of what is inside. People are beautiful. If you see them that way. People are ugly. If you see them that way. The way we view other people… Read more »
They said
You’re ugly. You’re weird. We don’t like you. They said. Really? Why did you do that? You’re supposed to do it this way. They said. Don’t! Leave that alone. No, you can’t try that. They said. Be a good girl. Do what you are told. Stop asking questions. They said. Quit daydreaming. Focus. Get this… Read more »