open hearts have healed

Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came

forward,

until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence

unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night

feeling
first,
is how it works

a stirring,

awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door

knocking
for entry, realizing
we’re retreating,

it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,

back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core

sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-

abilities

arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore

ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure

open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
we’ve left this plane
forevermore


I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.

Have a beautiful week, everyone.

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Haiku #33

Image credit; Yulia Matvienko

friends
connected through
pain and pleasure
they are
far from fair-weather

In response to the WDYS #92 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


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their own gift to shed

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something always
draws me
to the page,
sort of like
a moth to a flame

tiny flickering
of insight,
ignites within,
and we’re off
on a whim

Yiruma’s,
Sunset Bird
playing
on my headset,
least I forget
the inspiration
that lives on…

in this
beautiful worlds
shedding

of blessings

all-around,
which,
we can see
when we
stay present,
sound,

and
grounded
in the reality
we know
is there, even if,
and when,
we are
unawares

it’s lovely
to contemplate
our existence
on this
planet spinning
through space

round,
and,
round
we go, where
will we stop,
nobody truly knows,

yet,

there
is a knowing,
for you and I,
if we
silently abide

in
that
which we feel
on the
loneliest of nights

chilled
to the bone,
with no hand
to hold
but our own

and, even
then,
my dear friends,

know,
you are
not alone,
in this galaxy
far from
space,

as the human
connection
we share
is anything
but commonplace

each
has
their own gift
to shed,
and when
exposed to the light,
it is truly
beyond compare,
and, oh, so bright

there, there,
then,

on those
lonely nights,
we all have them,
fear, and fright,

abound,

yet
what’s
truly astounding,
is the feeling
I get when I’m
connected within,
and, to
all my friends,

and, yes,

that’s you
reading this
before
you’re off to bed

a lullaby
for you instead

sleep well,
my
dear ones,
and never forget,
time is always there,
and we are
never, ever,
second best,
only ever truly blessed


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beyond the horizon

Photo by Rodion Kutsaev on Unsplash

I love to stare off
into the distance, and
witness the birth,
and newness of each
moment,
arising, sometimes
disguising,
and always, always,
mesmerizing

me, while
also

moving me
from deep within,
to another place
and time, and
rejoining me
with
all my kin

beyond hope,
and fear, a land
full of dreams, which
comes and goes, as quick
as my heart beats thin

slowly dancing
to each moments
memory, and
the scope
of our collective hope

transfigured,
I realize these moments
last an eternity,
as the leaves
cascade down
from their mast

and, I

cast
my eyes beyond
the horizon, breathe
in deep,
and thank everyone,
and everything
around me
for the solitude,
and joyousness
I feel at last


The Moments Prose Published at Spillwords!

I would be honored if you would visit Spillwords and read, and or, reread my poem, The Moments Prose, thank you.

Have you ever lost a love
so close,
it’s left you spinning,
and in need
of a heart to slow?

It’s as if you tucked
this love away….

You can read the rest of The Moments Prose, here. Thank you again, my friends.


#poetry, #aliveness, #beauty, #connection, #dreams, #emotions, #heart, #horizon, #humanity, #joy, #life, #love, #memory, #moment, #poem, #poems, #presence, #solitude, #trasnformation

a beacon for another day

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

complications
abound
when we tarry,
our heads splitting
with fever
and shame’s
carry

unable
to turn on our
heart’s light,

feeling

the movement
of the breeze,
becomes agony
of the senses, as
we plead with everyone
we see,
and yet, we
still
silently believe

in something
grander,
larger than
this life

still, we cannot
grasp the
meaning,
due to
all the past,
and,
present fraught
we’ve been taught

even the future
abounds
with calamities
in our
mind’s eye,
detailed out, with
immense
feelings of
our own creation

yet,
in that silence
created long ago,
hidden
from view
for a generation
or two

a movement
rebounds,
strikes a chord,
seemingly distant,
and, right at our
very door

and,
just like that

a kindling
of some other
kind
is ignited,
takes flame,
and becomes
a beacon
for another day


#poetry, #beacon, #believe, #connection, #contemplation, #humanity, #introspection, #life, #light, #loss, #love, #poem, #poems, #resilience