Where Are You Going?
I could be so many people, go to so many places, create or destroy or perform or teach so many things. I don’t know. So every day I decide, stay or go? Continue reading Where Are You Going?
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Stand Strong, a poem
Stand Strong I have a thought to call myself a princess Of a kingdom long since gone to rest. I have a thought to take to sleep and wander Through dreams of flowered fields and oceans vast. I have a thought to take these in a bottle And drink them down without a bit of bread. But thoughts of feasting cannot sate my hunger And … Continue reading Stand Strong, a poem
Build
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
Bricks of Babel, a poem
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Freedom
Freedom is different than I once thought. When I thought of freedom, I thought of what I could gain by losing everything I have. Of leaving and starting new somewhere else. Of a life not bound by the restraints of work and bills and cleaning. But that’s not freedom. Freedom is getting to take flight without giving up your place to land. It’s having nothing … Continue reading Freedom
Beads and Bones
Perhaps its time I go out and start collecting squirrel vertebrae. Continue reading Beads and Bones
Immortal
There comes a time when one must realize an end. We are here on borrowed time, Using borrowed bodies, hearts, and minds. Our memories and actions will be erased. Only our souls, memoryless, Shall endure as maturing beings. We are immortal, but our bodies are not. Life is an overwhelming And educational condition. Soul to souls to soul, visceral bodies spent. Only our true cores … Continue reading Immortal
Meditating on Nothing
Mediating on different subjects is a wonderful thing to do, but it’s not meditation. To me, meditation, by definition, is on nothing. Yet, every other article on the subject is about meditating on nature, on change, on your purpose.. on something. When you are starting out, it can be useful to have something to think about. And it is always good to take time out … Continue reading Meditating on Nothing
Breathe Deep, A One-Breath Meditation
Breathe. Deeper. Fill your lungs, then use your stomach, your diaphragm to purposefully continue filling your body with as much air as it can hold. Take a moment to realize how much extra air you can inhale beyond your usual, weaker breaths. As you slowly exhale, allow your body to relax. Once you feel you have exhaled enough, keep going. Use your diaphragm once more … Continue reading Breathe Deep, A One-Breath Meditation
Connections
You are the flesh of the universe. Continue reading Connections
Journey, a poem
Journey Life is just a journey. Not a destination. Places we’re going aren’t the places we’ve lived. Life is just a journey. Just an apparition. Another dream that we have something left to give. Life is just a journey. Just a hesitation. So no need to worry about things left undone. Life is just a journey. Be it fun or lonely. And no one can … Continue reading Journey, a poem
Meditating on Nothing
Mediating on different subjects is a wonderful thing to do, but it’s not meditation. To me, meditation, by definition, is on nothing. Yet, every other article on the subject is about meditating on nature, on change, on your purpose.. on something. When you are starting out, it can be useful to have something to think about. And it is always good to take time out … Continue reading Meditating on Nothing
Butterfly Wings, a story poem
I was lost in a collage of lilies, roses, and weeds, A field drifting toward freedom as, forgotten, Flowers were left to fulfill wild aspirations. I saw a scarlet butterfly perch on the tip of a blooming lily. Petals and wings were open, showing twin patterns Of color and shape and negative space. I saw you across the glamour and pollen, Standing on a path … Continue reading Butterfly Wings, a story poem
Lucidity Lamb 