You came into my life as a gift A small tiny pot and a piece of earth held you O white chrysanthemum, when I first saw you I felt joy, serenity and got absorbed into the whiteness of your petals You have been with me for a year and have perhaps smiled at my petty … Continue reading O, white chrysanthemum!
be yourself everyone who wants to sound wise or is wise, says just that be yourself what does that mean? what does it entail? is it a journey or a destination? a journey, lifelong at that, many wise folk say is it a frozen sense of my self or a flowing/dynamic/evolving one? may be a … Continue reading be yourself…?
I didn’t see myself as a giver
I didn’t see myself as a giver Until I had nothing else left to give I didn’t see myself as a giver Until every ounce of me was ready to give up I didn’t see myself as a giver Until my friends whispered it into my soul I didn’t see it in me I saw … Continue reading I didn’t see myself as a giver
allow yourself to break
allow yourself to break every now and then bleed if you must, into that brokenness sit with her, you may not know how ; that’s ok she will show you what you didn’t want to see, you may not know how; that’s ok with this newfound tenderness she will help you break into spring, you … Continue reading allow yourself to break
..careful what you wish for
joy is a but a tiny window into the heart space unsought pain and suffering is what breaks it open open and bare in a way that you never wanted walking with open , raw, woundedness , light shimmering through your tears you muster the strength somehow to allow the breath to flow in and … Continue reading ..careful what you wish for
What if there was no purpose to find
What if there was no purpose to find What if we lived our life's purpose everyday, just not aware? What if ceasing the search and just living was all that was needed? What if we complicate it way too much & pat our own backs to have found what was never hidden? Like all other … Continue reading What if there was no purpose to find
Words are escaping me
Words are escaping me T..h..o..u..g..h..t..s more like dotted lines The gap is familiar unfamiliar still stormy numb loud Being here is not always a choice An act of will? Illusory at best A cursory laugh A temporary shower of joy do glide away Oh, how hard we are taught to fight the glide! Is this … Continue reading Words are escaping me
Be the journey
Just wake up Wake up and breathe Breathe and be still Be still and watch Watch the un-stillness Just wake up and walk Walk and smell the smells Smell the pleasant Letting the unpleasant just be Just wake up and sing Sing the songs you were given And those you were not Sing to know … Continue reading Be the journey
Breaking, yet again..
The I in me is breaking, yet again All there is , is a tsunami of pain Having been alive for a few seasons I know not to push it away , for I will fall harder I will watch it, embrace it , burst open with it , crawl back into it I am … Continue reading Breaking, yet again..
how has it come to be..
From two estranged paths life brought us to each other Effortlessly we fell into each other’s embrace Without a care for how another’s eyes would see us With heart strings attached, souls glistening through our eyes, we found each other We were supposed to shine like warm sun rays We were supposed to breathe life … Continue reading how has it come to be..