who does this outside pressure come from? who is it that tells you that you somehow fall short? who tells you that you need to fit in? even though sometimes it seems that the space was meant for square blocks and you’re a round peg the message you get is not accurate even if it…
Tag: Poems
small things
small changes make big differences small things like remembering to breathe deeply to smile to say hi to the people around you to make people laugh to share share food share time share thoughts to make plans to brighten someone’s day to acknowledge where you’re having trouble to know yourself to try something new to…
one on one
one on one at play is fear competition a dance sometimes creativity connection understanding self-discovery awareness defense strategy a way in a way out one on one there are two and so many things are at play will you hold your breath? will you hit as hard as you can? will i get hurt? will…
a heartbeat
what does it matter hot and cold? cool breeze on an evening or warm sunny bench at midday what’s it like to be in between those worlds? one foot on each place over the boundary on the edge of reality how does it feel to be without words? the deepness the richness of experience touched…
dust
there are moments of seclusion when a crowd a whole group of people of the past reach across time and speak to you it may be through pictures it may be from long forgotten words uncovering ancient histories uncovering the truth uncovering and peeling back the layers that have caked on there is dust to…
the shock of clean water
the thing about a stream of rushing water on a hot day is that the cold is very shocking you’d think the sun’s warmth would make the water warm too but the water makes you gasp deeply for air as if someone pierced you in your chest the thing about very cold, rushing, running water…
foggy night
silky fog rolls in clouding the sky a vibrant blue last of the daylight seeping through but the fog says no, now we go darker and the air becomes colder lightly breezy up in the sky piercing through feathery wispy clouds a little fingernail moon glowing pale and it’s like the space around it is…
clouds
there are distant clouds puffy scattered and soft they spread across the sky making a beautiful pattern like cloth and when the sun shines on them blue shadows give you calm as they drift across the sky like pieces of fleece you could reach out and touch one then it’d be like touching the sky…
i thank you
to the plants on the path as i move forward to the sun that shines brightly as i start my day to my memory for reminding me of the good things to the grass that calms and cools to all the practices that keep me whole to my body for keeping me warm to the…
The Dynamics of Groove 