You know
that ache
the one you
feel
in the pit
of your soul
that says
you are not
enough?
Ignore it
because no one
is ever enough
until they stop
striving
to be
more.
A little bit of everything including reviews, collections, poetry and the stories of my so-called life.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Letting Go
It's okay
if you don't love me
my life does not
depend on you.
It's okay
if you don't need me
for I know
that others do.
I've no ill will
toward any being
my hope is strong
my aim is true.
Follow your heart
upon your journey
and always know
that I will, too.
if you don't love me
my life does not
depend on you.
It's okay
if you don't need me
for I know
that others do.
I've no ill will
toward any being
my hope is strong
my aim is true.
Follow your heart
upon your journey
and always know
that I will, too.
Thinking
Ebb and flow
time and tide
life's a karmic
mystery ride.
Rise and fall
yin and yang
reach an end
begin again.
Lost and found
here and there
magic exists
everywhere.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Free
What must it be like
to dance
on the sand
unaware
of the world
with foamy water
tickling your toes
and moonlight
guiding your path
your only music
the rhythm
of your own heart.
What must it be like
to just be.
to dance
on the sand
unaware
of the world
with foamy water
tickling your toes
and moonlight
guiding your path
your only music
the rhythm
of your own heart.
What must it be like
to just be.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Pondering
Is it better
to never
occupy a space
or to know
how beautiful it feels
when it is full
and risk it
becoming emptier
than you ever
could have imagined?
Almost
The veil
has been lifted.
The fog
is now clear.
Every second
brought me here.
Doubts may linger
likewise fear
but bliss
at last
feels oh so near.
has been lifted.
The fog
is now clear.
Every second
brought me here.
Doubts may linger
likewise fear
but bliss
at last
feels oh so near.
Magic
Countless stories
yet untold
endless beauties
to behold
when gentle arms
do enfold
a wounded heart
not yet cold.
yet untold
endless beauties
to behold
when gentle arms
do enfold
a wounded heart
not yet cold.
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