Tag Archives: Poetry

The Water’s Edge

The days , mostly  , filled with doing and moving . Prioritizing and producing .  And so I come to the water’s edge  to be still . To witness . To feel my heart being soothed and to know that the wild part has a place too .

Dance

It seems to be time to let go .  The barriers built so silently  in a moment here and years stretching out there . The heart seeks it’s freedom and it is in the willingness to be seen and felt that the freedom lives .

In the tears that didn’t get hugged away in healing will come a new breath .  Vulnerability worn with honor and fearlessness in acceptance of the imperfect spirit learning this dance .

Leap , rest , twirl , rest . Always  bringing love into the dance .

 

 

The Dream Waits for You

A dream tucked snugly into one’s heart  and waiting .  Waiting until there is a sudden ,  beautiful  click  signaling that different necessary  elements have come together to breathe life into the dream .

Can you see it in your mind’s eye ?  The dream that excites you and carries you through the moments of wondering ” Is his all there is ? ”  And even those moments are fleeting and precious and will become a layer in the dream in your heart.

And a doubt ..or two may arrive like a wave . Washing over you and asking for your attention . A small detail held in your hand may become the whole world in your thoughts.

The dream carried in your heart came with you into this world and waits for you .

Is It a Dream by the River ?

If this is a dream then I choose to be by a sparkling , clear river . Cool , strong  and wild . Feeling the heat of the sun growing stronger upon by face as I venture into the flowing waters with the bare, flesh of my feet .  The current so strong it inspires the inner strength in my heart to move forward as if to be in a piece of a dance .

Mesmerizing and exciting all at once by  the river .  As it moves  and curves and softens the life of the rocks it also gathers and gives bits of life . Telling stories along the way wether you listen or not . Ancient and new are the stories of the river . The  rushing , churning waters or a tranquil , meandering  flow , either way , will signal to all of your senses bringing to you a sort of meditation  .

It may not know where the river begins and you may not know where  it ends but there is trust in its life giving flow and the peacefulness  that you know .

 

 

 

 

 

When You Think of Freedom

Glance towards the sky and allow the anchors of the day  to slip away .  Is the sun gently warming your face ?  Or perhaps wind is blowing , churning up the earth beneath your feet .                  Once when visiting a beautiful Island I walked into the warm ocean waters and began gliding against the incoming waves .  Feeling the strength  of my muscles , the  power of the ocean and the seemingly  infinite horizon before me , I was free .

Is my mind free ?  Is yours ?  Do we create barriers to our creativity and to our willingness to be kind ? To be generous ?

…..To be continued

The Gift of an Eagle

Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge  .  The  coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach .  It was a day that could have been early spring or  fall .  The light from the sun was diffused  by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .

I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit .  It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it .  Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .

It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide ,  out in the water .  Looking more intently  I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer .  I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight  from his perch .

He soared with such grace and beauty .  I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”

The Key

A dream  of being in box  . Vertical and tight fitting and wondering ” where is the key ? ”  Then suddenly realizing that the key is on the outside of the  box .  A few days later I , rather absentmindedly  , drew a key  . It looked like an old skeleton key and the center was shaped like a heart .

I dare to say that what lives within my heart is key to freeing  myself  from the box .