In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
She tiptoes across The living room floor Remembering the dance That once was and Is no more Longing to let the music Carry her away Wistfully, quietly, Her heart begins to sway As soft as the flickering Candle light The music begins to shine From her eyes A tentative step forward And backward she goes
I go in search of buried treasure though not the kind you might imagine. I have no use for gold or gems or money or fame. The treasure that I seek is buried within you. I see the truest essence of our shared humanity, the hidden diamonds within your heart.The stories of love and loss,
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
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
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
A Quiet Heart 