Swagger
Chutzpah
Presence
Chutzpah
Presence
A small man
Of no small mass
A big heart
A wise soul
Both worn
Close to the surface
Tag: spirit
Trust
She was broken and battered
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
Sun Rise
In this softened world
With its honey sky
Dark chocolate mountains
Cradle a mocha mist
With its honey sky
Dark chocolate mountains
Cradle a mocha mist
I drink it in
This perfection
This preternatural beauty
My spirit soars
My arms outstretched
Imagining, I’m a hawk in the wind
Cyclone
Tossed by the storm
While the cyclone raged
Inside my heart
Inside my mind
Circling ’round
The centre
While the cyclone raged
Inside my heart
Inside my mind
Circling ’round
The centre
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Immensity and Nothingness
In a land criss-crossed sparingly by roads
Some asphalt, most gravel
Many traversable only on foot
I seek the high ground
To watch the dawn photons
In their ambient amber
Illuminate the vast expanse of atoms
That are rock and atmosphere and life itself
Some asphalt, most gravel
Many traversable only on foot
I seek the high ground
To watch the dawn photons
In their ambient amber
Illuminate the vast expanse of atoms
That are rock and atmosphere and life itself
There are rare moments of connection
When I can “see” all that is
Know that I am some infinitesimal
Physical
Small part of it all
Time & Mastery
Let time
And mastery
Wash away
All that is
Not me
And mastery
Wash away
All that is
Not me
Let diligence
And patience
Bring on
The insightful
Flood
Let my spirit
Rise
From the flat
Featureless plain
That was me
Campfire
I watch the flames rise
Into the cool night sky
Follow the path each spark flies
Tracing their frenetic yellow lines
Into the cool night sky
Follow the path each spark flies
Tracing their frenetic yellow lines
I breathe a sigh
Stop asking why
Stop telling myself lies
Stop being so damn wise
Creating the Impossible
I keep in my heart
In my mind
In my spirit
In my mind
In my spirit
The possibility
Of the impossible
We are the lucky ones
She came into my life
Throwing a lifeline
In a turbulent time
She will never know
Nor can I explain
To her or anyone
The many ways
Her words touched me
Her songs sang to my spirit
Words come
Words come
Through sources unbidden
Through sources unbidden
Not intended
For me alone
I write them
Or not
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