Alone I wander these planes of my soulsifting through dimensions for life’s truth to behold In thoughtful silence I quietly observeSeeking and pondering my place in this world A devoted sentinel standing guard through timepast, present, and futurehere and now,all intertwined I am …I am not …I would like to be…only swatches of fabricin my
Author: A Quiet Heart
The water calms It’s boiling siphoned off by the steam Floating into the air Inhale and exhale There is no more beautiful Moment than Now Who would ever want to leave This moment To travel here or there? Yesterdays and Tomorrows Muddy the waters Breaking the stillness I push them away To breathe in the
What if everything we’ve ever learned is wrong? This is how I long to live my life. Not simply to live in doubt or confusion. But instead to keep my mind and heart open to other perspectives and possibilities. Only then can I learn and grow. Only then can my heart work to see the
What is a poem anyway? Is it the blood from your veins as it spills on to your page? Is it the dance of your heart as your pen glides gracefully away? Is it the ache felt deep inside that we spend all our lives trying to describe?
Sorrow weighs so heavily upon my heart today. At first sign of its arrival I must immediately pluck it out, rid myself of its stench, toss it from the edge of the cliff so it can never again return. Somehow it always manages to find me again no matter how far I run. So tomorrow
A million times each day I go from…What agony it is to carry this weightTo…What a privilege it is to simply be alive today