Flowers in bloom
in a field
on a ledge
in a pot
at the end of my pen
in my head
out of my heart
reflected in my eyes
held in my hair
as the universe spins round
Wake of Growth
In hope for more
so here i am
where i thought i would be
but not how i want it to be
not feeling quite like my best me
sure i can make it work
sure i can morph and transform
compromise
not really my thing these days
not at all
so change is in the air again
oh yes again indeed
there is always a reason for the wind
surely enough the breeze is picking up speed
its not due to lack of opportunity for money
for making a life in the wine country
but its just not me
perhaps it was before
but i’ll never know
lifetimes away from now
i am blessed with incredible gifts
of seeing things as they are
with the ability to follow my bliss
to redefine and forecast
in ways beyond my comprehension
manifestations of dreams
all of them from my past
the same one that led me here
but i am no longer that
so now i guess its time to dream again
to make smaller steps
to build the foundation
to continue my climb
my growth
all or none or so it seems
take it or leave it
these incredible dreams
but for now…
for now…
for now…
just looking for simple happiness
simple truths
simplicity
yet yearning for a bit of a steady home
which i can make happens when i choose
but the wind keeps on blowing
my mind keeps expanding
and my heart… oh my heart… it keeps me moving
i am a feeler with incredible intuition
aware in so many ways
yet a novice to it all
not knowing how to really harness it
so move i must
thats all i seem to know right now
move until i feel it
hopefully someday that feeling will sustain
to leave one reality for another in hopes of something better…
A Ship Called Boxcar
On a ship called “Boxcar”, we did sail
from the southern tip of the US
into the deep teal blue ocean
hosted by situational pirates drinking whiskey and ale
harmless and generous folks sporting dreads
in need of love and a bit hesitant
I opened myself up and eventually they did too
as we snorkeled in tandem
observing the underwater world
of swaying plant life,
fish long yellow and black
as well as low swimming huge colored an electric blue
a squall came our way
an opaque veil of rain had covered the view
they all hit the deck – seeking cover
but I kept my place
wanting to feel the intensity
I sat it out
a peace came over me
as the sailboat was tossed around
as the rain pounded down
it was confirmed in that moment
that all things do pass…
and if I could make it through this
I could weather anything coming my way,
as I journey down my path
following my internal compass –
the squall moved on, the sun shone bright
my eyes forever changed
I’ve gained new sight
that will continue to lead me
towards the light.
Inspiration
I inspire others
others inspire me
trust my instincts
go with that flow
realize it all changes
there’s nothing to hold on to
its all just energy
momentarily held in form
its hard to not be fooled by my eyes
to not trust what I see
but its all just a projection
imagined by me –
the power of the human mind
is beyond comprehension
the endless possibilities
the unlimited potential
the awaiting opportunities
inspiration
growth
At least I will know
If there is one thing that is for sure
at least I will know
whenever the time comes
whenever I go
that I’ve tried out some options
some different realities
of life here and there
there won’t be regret
nor any confusion
as I’ll have experienced my life
adding to my personal season.
looking out to the grey desert clouds today
after climbing through a rhododendron thicket yesterday
i am reminded that everything is what i make it
every bit of this life is here because its what i choose.
if i stay long enough i’ll know how my soul feels
how it longs or linger or what it finds real
i guess i’ll keep moving
along till i find
the place where i feel the best
where the sun shines bright.
the thing is that the light shines here
and it also shines there
some places a little more
some places a tad bit clear.
the smell of the dry pinion pine
traded for the honeysuckle of north caroline
of course there’s a happy medium in which i will find
i wonder if its the place i started
the one that transcends time
that stays with me wherever i go
that holds steadfast flying high like the crow?
rhyming my way through the roots of my mind
the leaves of my being
and the branches of time
it sure helps me at least i believe
that at least I will know
what life is like because i’ve tried
because i’ve thought about it
because i’ve made my life mine…
A Woman of Extremes
from the lush smoky mountains
to mother earths red rocks
in a moment it all changes
so quickly i can’t stop.
one extreme to the other
that’s what i do best
i figure that’s the only way to know
to administer a constant self test.
see where i stand
i call it determination
a dreamer and a doer
so they say of my particular day
the last of the zodiac
what more can i say?
a combination of water and fire
of high hopes and desire
of rain and of lightening
never a dull day
the highs and the lows
the lefts and the rights
the gas and the brakes
its all within me.
so i search
i explore
i find
i live
i love
i am.
i am a woman of extremes it seems.