Some humans think in music — others, think in words, silence in the middle. Rhythm, beat, rat-a-tat-tat That some humans can have a melody swim into their consciousness, one of their own design, not a carbon copy from their Spotify Weekly, is a miracle. Poets, we, too, are miracles and, if you didn’t already knowContinue reading “Perspective”
Tag Archives: consciousness
Watching the Night
Have I ever gazed a sight like this? Third (fourth) floor? Window sill? Moon shining like a teardrop ready to fall from above? Well, no. It will stay in its place. All you must do is spread your wings and fly up there yourself, darling. You have nothing to fear. It is justContinue reading “Watching the Night”
Love is Now
I do not have to save the world. I do not have to solve every problem. I do not have to be perfect. I only have to be here, now. The only way I disrupt the now is by focusing on the pain of the past or the uncertainty of the future. Continue reading “Love is Now”
at the ocean
my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life. many men have tried It; we heard about it. It didn’t work. many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it. (proof enough) It didn’t work. we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”
through my window
the intersection of tree and sky, the lines they paint across pale blue horizons while two black specks of bird chase each other. *** Truth, expanding over snow-dipped houses– it will never be found beneath my pen. *** the earth knows things my mind cannot see. *** but I can still sit back, exhale, and soak in theContinue reading “through my window”
Teacher
In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Finding Warmth
Time may very well not be what we think it is– the psychological nonsense of “yesterday” versus “tomorrow” leaves my skin cold, begging for the road to lead me somewhere, anywhere where life is precious, held, loved where not all questions must come with an answer where “Now” is rapped up safe in a blanket,Continue reading “Finding Warmth”
Something Real
Compliments of division my life story mingles in threads of Catholicism and the like and I must stop myself from pulling them loose. … Fighting anything will never result in absolution I do not want to dismantle the quilt; I just want to prove that it is nothing more than patchwork. … Positive energy canContinue reading “Something Real”
Reaching Joy 