I am so pleased to announce that my poem, still breathing you in…, is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
still breathing you in…
the last time I saw you, Coltrane was spinning, and there was this feeling, a rose in your hair, cunning, and fair
while music billowed out, raspy, deep sounds filtering throughout, and…
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The music fills me with such love and beauty, it’s like free-falling with all the best intentions, just now, while the world shepherds a course of direction, and I feel that deep connection.
I sit and let the music fill me, every nook and cranny of my soul becomes engulfed in the sound and feeling of all that’s there. Oh, such devotion and care.
Care for ourselves is such an important part of our journey. Sometimes we feel lost, and unsure, even uncomfortable in our own skin, even when we are with our kin. It’s not a demerit, we all feel this way at times, so let your heart inherit.
The joy you feel within, as you take in the piano paying a melody you swear was written for you, and you grin.
The smile filling the room with joy and love, it’s enough to absolve the remainder of the lost souls, in which you do connect, as you see yourself in their midst, and have lived through the tests, just as they are now presently, giving their best.
Best is what we each carry, give out, and try not to tarry. No, give all that you have, my friend, and, when it’s time, let the music fill you and begin the dance again.
I strum the guitar, just as the dream begins, and close my eyes, and look within. The sound coming from this instrument fills me with a knowing that feels like the best of times akin.
Back and forth, and forth and back, strumming, all the while there’s more coming. Hands slide up and down the neck, fingers tired, yet no one remembers, because the music Is simply glorious in all it’s radiance.
The vibration shakes my being, core holding tight to this very special delight. Skin prickles, wakes up, just as the goose bumps begin to flush.