Resist it,
as needed.
Remember
once pleaded,
a time of acceptance
a time for knowing.
A part of therapy,
a part of war,
a part of heart belongs
to accepting the core.
Not all
needs a fix,
grow instead
into bliss,
beneath the layers.
Know for you.
Go forth into
all that is true.
The essence
is loved as
much as you
...allow it.
Breathe it.
Remember it.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Spring Welcome
a baby bee.
suckling.
upon the spring
nectar
of barely a bud.
both growing.
each day
of fresh warmth.
transforms
rain and sun.
suckling.
upon the spring
nectar
of barely a bud.
both growing.
each day
of fresh warmth.
transforms
rain and sun.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A Broken Promise
I even paid
for extras.
To come back
again.
To be here,
to make it
on time.
Deal with
anxiety and
finally arrive.
Then find the
menu changed.
for extras.
To come back
again.
To be here,
to make it
on time.
Deal with
anxiety and
finally arrive.
Then find the
menu changed.
Monday, April 4, 2011
spirals going down
Conviction
can not be had
with ambivalence
riding along.
Ambivalence
can not pass
with discouragement
so relentless.
I am in the hole;
bury me now
or perceive the
tools for digging.
can not be had
with ambivalence
riding along.
Ambivalence
can not pass
with discouragement
so relentless.
I am in the hole;
bury me now
or perceive the
tools for digging.
Labels:
ambivalence,
conviction,
discouragement,
healing,
living,
poem
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