My vision for 2020 is blurred
Tag: life lessons
Sacrifice
For tonightDancing upon the graveTeach the lifeAnd sacrifice I gave.The living may not knowAs We lay dyingThe clarity nowBlocked by their crying.Oh the rageAs seeds are laidNever mind the needOr price I paid.And You will knowToo little too lateJust like usThis is your fate.
Look UP!
Restoring harmony is not without waves...
Purpose
A similar purposeWhile being differentOffers the biggest divide. And so we watchWhisperAnd cowardly hide. Humans evolveAnd stay behindA natural practice. And here we areStuntedReality simply to distract us.
It’s Not
It’s not knowing Or thinking Just hoping Or dreaming It’s not nothing Or everything Just stopping Or going... It's not believing Or seeing- It just is And breathtaking
Lightning Real
The storm rolls Without fury or fight Just a spark in the darkness To light up the night... The crows are silent And the wind is still- The air hot But still a chill... And while the Heaven’s talk Hell is asleep But all storms find life In the silence we keep... For no secret …
Forgiveness
Pebbles and rocks Rivers and sand People and places Fantasy be damned... And over the edge Where fantasies live No hunger or suffering Just something to give.... And numb as it was Alive was inside Not for what was lost- But for what finally had died.
I am Rich!
Today I turned 41! Crazy! I still don't feel 40 - so it's hard to believe I am a year older than that. As I look at my life now I see many struggles. BUT - I also see I am rich. I am rich because I have had 4 children and have never known …
Unraveling
A moment after momentsUnraveling to start againAnother beginningBefore knowing the end A final tugTo fall apartNeatly balled upTo protect the heart And now the matterTo start it allDown the laneAnd up the wall. And when said and doneI’ll purr once moreHopefully a little betterThan those days before
Life
The whisper of knowledge is profound Whether in our bodies Or on the ground. The sound of silence is loud and plain Whether ignoring another Or enjoying the rain. The presence of sleep is noise Whether in the plants Or that death employs. The sound of peace is foreign Whether in the news Or deep …
