My old garments fit me no more
So I’ve torn them off
I’d rather be naked –
Vulnerable to the ray of the sun
Than to squeeze my very existence
Into a cloth that no longer fits.
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Journey
It is okay to not know the doors that will open.
And to trust that indeed doors will open.
We will not be stuck in the same room forever.
Our wings will open, our lungs will expand and we
Will be ready to fly.
I Am Love
This morning I could hear my self-talk starting. That critical inner voice that is just so cruel and merciless. And more than that, I could feel my own self-talk.
I felt berated. Angry. Frustrated. Irritated.
Eventually, I confided in a friend. Someone got the better of me. Yes, my friend agreed, someone did get the better of you.
I decided to take some time out to be still. My past actions have all been my own. My decisions have all been made by myself. With my own motives, my own desires, my own uniqueness.
How then did someone get the better of me. They did not. The only thing getting the better of me is my own self-talk.
That cruel, merciless voice.
But that is not me. I was created with love. I was created in a moment of love (or so I’ve been told). I am love.
My Own Path
I’m aware of my thoughts
The cruel self-talk that criticizes
That esteems others higher than myself
And judges my self-worth through those
Who do not matter and do not care
What I may have done
What I might still do
Are all my choice
I am walking my own path
And it is absolutely mine
To walk
Continuation
I looked to others
I looked for love
I looked to fill
My thirsty soul
All others failed
They loved elsewhere
I was stranded
Without air
I stopped awhile
I saw the world
Flowers and blossoms
And did all I could
To cherish life
To be aware
Of moments passing –
Windswept hair
Here today
Gone tomorrow
The cycles continue
Joy and sorrow
Spring and then fall
Night and day
Live every moment
Feel the sun’s rays!
Words As Water
Feeling unsettled – oh, what does it mean?
Wandering aimlessly with soles in the sand.
How to handle the feelings within?
Desperately, anxiously, seeking rest for the soul.
Retreating inside and all I can feel
Is sadness and darkness and sorrow so real.
But the words start to flow and gently they heal
Cleansing, refreshing, the faster they go.
Words and rhyme and rhythm and song,
Humming so softly in whispers surreal.
The water is warm, and the flow is so strong—
Soothing and caring, always comforting still.
Words with Power
If it was pain you wanted to cause
Then you absolutely did choose the most
Perfect words in season
To cut through my bravado –
My flimsy self-protective layer
Thrusting your sword with power
Right through me.
Winding Road
It’s a winding road, it is indeed
That leads us from our naked starts
To push ahead with toil and strife
And bring us finally into night
The moon will shine while owls keep watch
Until we reach that end at last
The end of life, the end of dawn –
Ever closer to our
Celestial stars;
Silently twinkling.
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Abstract
My dreams flash back before my eyes
That strange illuminated abstract world
Of thoughts
Of feelings
Of ideas
Of life
I wonder what they mean
I ponder the reality
Of that which is not
Real at all
Breathing
An in and out
And stillness at each end
Bookmarks my breath
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