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Tag: poetry

  • Press

    One of those moments

    when all is poignant,

    the whole experience

    presses into my skin.

  • Blue

    Really all it was 

    Was a staring into the sun

    A twirling in ecstatic motion

    A mind spun and a heart undone

    But only for a moment 

    A moment of pure catapult ness into the ethers. 

    And pouf!

    Gone. 

    We must have only been mistaken 

  • Fuck that old man, his bottles piled high

    Corrals are empty

    Barn walls are falling down

    His hands are empty

    His mouth though, is full of magical bullshit still

    And that old dog of his is about to die

    But my heart still surrounds him

    And there is nothing I can do about that

    But watch

    Remembering him riding ahead, breaking branches, breaking trail

    Teaching me to be quiet in the mountains, giving me that gift

    Teaching me his magic

    I hold him now where I can

    And I’ll watch him ride off ahead of me into the sunset

    On a horse called alcoholism

  • Wonderment

    I was musing on my run today about how in wonderment I was having to stop every so often and marvel at the glory of the outdoors.
    It reminded me about gratitude practice. Allowing myself to feel, see, experience and be present with how beautiful the world around us is, is a powerful mindfulness and gratitude practice tool.
    That for which we have gratitude for INCREASES in our lives…
    There is always something amazing about our world and allowing ourselves to LOOK UP and OUT of ourselves, to get out of whatever mind fuck we find ourselves in, is a way to both practice mindfulness, to practice getting out of our heads and into our hearts, and to see that the more we notice beauty the more there is beauty around us.
    Try it.
    And also try more gratitude practice.
    If and when you are stuck in your mind or are in a dark place. Think of something that you can be grateful for. If you can’t think of anything in the moment, then fake it until you make it. Such as “I am grateful for my breath”, “I am grateful for the earth under my feet, that I am not just careening through space, that I have this huge supportive force under me”.
    As you do this you may get micro bits of space that you can breathe into and grow.
    Practice allowing yourself to be grateful for daily wins, for time spent that feels free, for financial spaciousness wherever possible and watch as those things grow as you focus more on the positive and less in lack.
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  • Ashes to dust

    Heart

    Still

    Hopeful

    Even

    As

    I

    Grind

    The

    Ashes

    Under

    My

    Boot

  • Fly

    And I guess, she thought,

    I am very grateful.

    For She never knew

    She could love that much,

    and in that way.

    So that as she turned her eyes

    once more toward the horizon

    she realized she’d never look elsewhere

    than her own sweet heart again.

  • Passing

    In the evening

    When friends have gone

    The light is perfect and

    The sun is slung low on the horizon reminding you of another day slipping full of you into the night.

    When will you pick up the phone and tell her you love her, that you miss her or him?

    Because another day is going

    Life is passing

    And love is abundant but rarely makes you laugh so.

    And you’re still breathing

    So what do you have to loose?

  • The Teacher

    Man, woman, child

    Has shown me

    Through trial

    The necessity of

    My one HEART.

    And the need to

    Wrench my eyes away

    From looking out

    To the looking in.

    Inside the holding

    Of my heart space is

    Where God meets me,

    Fills me.

    Where I finally find

    The teacher

    Was light all along.

  • Caress

    Long for the days

    when the wind touched my skin

    in a way that was suggestive.

    When the cigarette hanging from my lips

    accompanied me

    when no one else would.

    It was almost dark.

    And jazz played in the background

  • The Other

    And she said to him, Tom, love

    Life is long… you have no idea what the

    universe has in store for you.

    Or for me.

    We tip our hats to fate.

    Measure our steps in the sand.

    Breathe the cold air into our lungs and just

    be with what is.

    And we keep reminding each other of this,

    even as we grow older.

    Even as time and the arduous, trudging

    journey threatens to harden our hearts.

    This is why we love each other,

    this reminding each other.

    And he said Jen, love…

    Be soft sweetheart.

    We speak the words and we run with the

    wind.

    Let the universe have you for now and

    Don’t forget.

    That life, it is long… and we know not what

    the other will have in store for us along

    the way.