poem 1

leaves sway and exude light,
I absorb their beauty and grace
like medicine, like nourishment.
they diffuse my fears,
they soothe my worries,
they reset my peace.

poem 2

the shimmering, glimmering light:
it is forever out of reach,
yet with it, I seamlessly merge.
the light floats and sings and
dashes and lingers and brings
the divine
down to earth

poem 3

sound,
tone,
music,
harmony...
artistry of illusion,
of temporal beauty;
compositions
that struggle to speak,
but long to sing,
long to live

poem 4

music that I hope for,
music that I seek,
music that I liberate,
music that I keep,
music that I tend to,
music that I raise,
music that I live through,
music that I meet

poem 5

no one owns poetry,
no one owns love,
no one owns the passing time,
nor the galaxies above.
no one escapes mortality,
no one escapes the heart,
no one escapes their lessons,
nor the sweet gifts of art.
no one deserves darkness,
no one deserves pain,
no one deserves to be left out,
nor abandoned in the rain.
no one knows for certain,
no one knows for sure,
no one knows what's waiting,
nor the journey that's in store.

poem 6

the curtains billow
in the breeze.
a summer day,
an open window.
renewing the heart,
repairing the hurt,
remembering health.
Hope, Hope, Hope:
invisibly persistent,
despite dismissal,
despite denial.
it remains,
it remains,
it remains.
allow it,
allow it,
allow it.
even if quietly,
even if slowly,
even if mysteriously.
like the visiting breeze,
billowing curtains,
throughout the summer days.

poem 7

at times I ask...

did I come here to suffer,
to grieve and to cry,
to feel pain,
and no purpose,
and empty inside?

don't get me wrong,
it's not always,
just certainly not never.
but I get through on the hope
that it won't be forever.

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so many people
chasing immortality
afraid of the beyond
playing with reality

poem 8

I live in dwindling hours:
seeking fleeting joy
in the time that remains,
in the space that sustains.
I pray for the freedom
I pray for the peace
we all deserve
in these,
our dwindling hours.

poem 9

dwindling time
reinvesting itself
never again do we have
this chance to live
this chance to love
this chance to give
this chance to grow

poem 10

in and of the world,
we move, we feel.
beyond the surface,
and behind the curtain:
the truth rises,
the heart of life appears,
the songs of our souls,
revealed.
all in good time,
and not a second sooner.

poem 11

the warm flame
of a candle
glows and gleams,
brings peace to my heart
and ease to my mind
it speaks the language
of the eternal, the beyond
the ever changing
the ever burning
endless learning

poem 12

gentle raindrops
on a late Thursday night,
the spring sky, alive with stars,
magnetizing us to the infinite,
the beyond, the mysterious unknown:
forever our companion.
and as raindrops fall,
I whisper prayers to my candle,
holding onto hope and faith,
that we all may move through
these challenging times,
and leave stronger
in our capacities
for love and connection
than when we began.
renewed by the rain,
restored under the night sky,
we prepare to live another day.

poem 12

the fears, the anxieties
how fiercely they grip me.
yet how fiercely I try, I work
to refuse to succumb
permanently
I work to live in and through
love, peace, connection, harmony

poem 13

be in the body
be with the energy of nature
take care to soar gently,
and enjoy the vistas,
and weather the storms,
and recalibrate your wings.
believe, believe, believe
and just keep going
keep going, keep going, keep going
you will get through
we will get through
there is pain, there is grief
there is hurt, there is injustice
there is powerlessness, there is fear
I breathe, I breathe, I breathe,
I cry, I weep, I mourn,
and persist.

poem 14

stones in the dirt,
bark on the trees,
a distant dream.
my hands, my eyes,
the rolling clouds,
buried memories
confront the present.
I try again.
is anything effortless?
I relax into time,
like a slow bake,
like a soup, tended to
all day.
the sun serves life,
a gentle river flows,
the animals, they know,
the mountains, they breathe,
and here I sit:
thinking, writing, being, feeling,
amidst it all.
my hands, my eyes,
my tired brain.
distant dreams,
disappear and re-emerge,
effort and illusion,
certainty and confusion.