I am so pleased to announce that my poem, petals made of love, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
petals made of love
I sit atop the river delta, wondering about the scene
it is a myriad in-between
the light casting off in the distance playing with the…
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I struggle to find the light, complete absence thereof, sets me off with a fright
struggling to breath, wondering if life is all that it seems
I get quiet, quiet enough to hear the hammering of my heart, against my painful chest
then,
it picks up speed, in relation to the myriad thoughts roiling around my head,
faster than anything can be said to have sped
slowing them down not possible, tools escape me, trapped, and isolated, tears well in my eyes, and I even, at that time, struggle to cry
they leak instead, when fullness overflows into stations of another portended foundation
and,
years later, I will reflect on these times, after learning has been delivered, and understanding is bourgeoning within my hearts center
holding these memories ever so lightly, abiding in my center and knowing, though painful, these experiences, were necessary, and needed, to live a life as full as heeded
I hear that voice echoing from the past, every second, fast, oh, how long will this last?
When a moment feels like an eternity, we hold tight, and try to let go of the fright we feel, yet at times, we hold too close to heart, and it can feel as if we’re falling apart.
Seams coming undone, once tethered together, now bursting with imagination and dread in this very cold weather.
Inside the drama’s milieux, perspective is hard to find, as we run after feelings that are a part of another place and time.
Remember, then, as thought precedes feeling, and you know that you are truly dreaming, watch, listen, and observe the scene, instead of entering into it with every piece of your being.
Perspective can be regained as we learn more about ourselves inside the dance, and begin to master the waves of our second chance.
One, two, three, just like that, is how they are feeling. Come and gone in an instant, when we slow down and let go of our resistance.
Be with all that comes your way, many a wise one will say. Nay, love all that comes your way, because it is part and parcel of the entire play. Choose wisely then, my friend, for on your life it doth depend.