Pen to paper, here it comes

Alright, pen to paper here it is Something my soul needsNeeds and it gets Gets sparsely though Cherishes and expands Whenever it doesAnd pause..And pause..And pause.Pen to paper, here it comes Breathe, hands wait Wait to receive Wait to transmitWait to hold From the ocean of vastness Coming into my spaceThe space I experience as … Continue reading Pen to paper, here it comes

Its 2 am and am awake

Its a different kind of a night Its 2 am and am awake awake to the experiences gathered in 4 decades to the power within that I have allowed myself , little by little tiny droplets of water like that make an ocean this power doesn’t need to scream or roar it is the inherent … Continue reading Its 2 am and am awake

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

if there was only one song I could sing..

if there was only one song I could singit would be the one I am singingthe one whose words I don't always know and I hum along anywaythe one which sounds like it has been sung before & yet it is only mine to sing if there was only one song I could singit would … Continue reading if there was only one song I could sing..