bring me back to the old days bring me back to then and beyond tell me where we got lost tell me when we forgot ourselves tell me how it used to be so i can remember so i can breathe it in deeply and know it as my reality and the self-forming reality becomes…
Tag: poetry
time when it moves
as if memory could call into another time tap in so deeply so as to reveal the moment in a vastly new light as if time travel was possible simply from listening to music transported on a journey or sometimes stationary the world seems to be compressed in the moment of pause as if pause…
guidance
like smoothing out fabric a surface like glass brush hands across part the wrinkles, ripples sideways smoothing so that everything is still and quiet so that in that moment you hear very closely you can hear the voice from within guiding you
realignment
body knows what to do mind does too body and mind tell you how to get back into balance still it might not be what you want to do it might not be convenient might take a great concerted effort might be painful a sickness is the body the mind the spirit out of balance…
still here
it gets to the point where you think i really don’t have any other option that it’s the same old story same old annoyances day by day and you’re job is to just take it and take it and take it that’s your main job is to just take it as it comes to be…
leaf
glossy leaf with ridges that look like ribbon gives protection against all kinds of negativity green is the color of healing leaves that cool and wrap leaves that contain wisdom of millions of years each year returning to the same forgotten mysteries to unwravel and smooth the cord the connection to the past yes, leaves…
sunshine comes out
sunshine glinting into hair rests there and waits for gloomy days to come out again days that are cloudy days that are foggy days filled with rain walk into sunshine like opening a door to golden light piercing through the body nothing can escape sunshine is like love in that way because it can’t be…
blue light
blue light like you’re swimming in water a pool of water that heals water that drifts over you cascade come back into your own come back to your self the day is done and now everything is water
holding space
a friend once told me a story he said “if someone is to get hurt let it be me” let it be me in moments where anxiety produces the feeling of irritation separation from society a feeling of hopelessness i ask the same if there is to be pain, let it come from me i…
black heron
raindrop rolling right of the wing black feathers water sits on top like a little transclucent blob little pebble with a bright ray of light sparkling little drops of water rest on top bird holds its feathers fanned out protecting the ground giving shelter to itself like the cover it provides under its beautiful wings…
The Dynamics of Groove 