The Day’s glowing Potential

I watch the sunrise every morning

And I smile

Every morning.

There are always wings

Pointing towards that sun,

Showing my mind’s eye the way

To the day’s glowing potential.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.

Still the Love in your Heart

Still the love in your heart, make it real quiet,
So that it doesn’t go to waste.
Throw it not into the chasm of self-doubt.
I am here, your dance partner
On unsolid surface.
We’ll pedal together despite our spindly legs,
We’ll wobble on blessings if we have to
But we’ll never quite aim
for the river bank.

Sanctuary

I have been expressing myself through my little pen drawings lately rather than through poetry, sometimes the soul wants to communicate a little differently 😊😊.

Poetry of Home

I have drowned my soul
In the music of this land,
The Woods, the shores, the hills,
Until I have forgotten how to live
Anywhere else.
The tossing of the sea,
The stillness of sand in silver turmoil,
The storm-beaten trees bent in prayer…
But it is a life worth living
If your soul is on the speaking terms
With Poetry.

Into the sunset

Eventually, when you walk into the sunset
Your truest colors will blend with the twilight
And paint the portrait of your life on the evening sky
Coloring the whole landscape for a few hours
With your aftermath.

Vulnerability

The border of you and me

I am standing at the border
Of you and me
At the hub of our oneness –
A contradictory moment
When darkness
Swallows the light.

It is just a passing storm

The River beneath the River

An artist is someone who can touch
The invisible River that flows beneath
the River everyone else can see.