Quotes for the end of the month /// The challenge is to tell your truth in a way that they can hear /// The love we want is the kind where we lift each other up, without carrying each other's weight /// Armor... turns out to be pretty heavy /// I'm done with not caring. …
Category: poetry
Poetry from inside a tree
I I made mistakes last night. Got swept up. A part of me lives eternally in the darkness and refuses to sleep. It feels good, sometimes, to be her. But then I wake up in my body, full of regret. II The sun's soft rays pierce my ankles and wrists through windstrewn leaves. A gentle …
Let love come, let love go
It can't be forced to stay, when it wants to go. We can only do our best, while it visits, to let Love... feel the love! "This being human is a guest house"... Let the guest room of your life be a place worth staying, for Love. Let it be sunny, breezy, playful, expansive, and …
The heart is not a box
The heart is not a box, though at times it lives between walls of our own making. The heart breathes. It moves. It moves with the root of us. Where are we centered, when the heart is so hard it feels solid? Up in our heads? The heart feels our absence, cries for wholeness. The …
Speak and Act
Let us begin. The day is new. The moment is taking shape as nothing we've ever seen before. We are recognizing the parts of ourselves that have no names. It is the emergence of the new, coming through us The face of this time's evolution, at once unfamiliar and exciting. Maybe those things that lurk …
Rhythms
We are mid-stride in the rhythm of Fall right now. It is an energizing part of the yearlong seasonal cycle. Rhythms are in my body. Flow is marked by rhythm. Rhythm and rhyme. Right time. Life isn't always so serious, you know? The times that are filled with laughter are pleasing to the Universe. Life …
Creation, impulse, writing, eating, moving [free write / poetry]
I spend too much time in my head. Every time I am "thinking" I should just write. I think I used to do that, and the habit has been lost from me somehow. Maybe my demons tried to take it from me. ... Time flies by and in some moments I am a swirling mess, …
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