Off the Cliff I Go (A Poem)
How do I enter you, Become one with your thoughts, Feel what you feel, Know what you know, Forever still to what you will? How do I tell you, All those things that have […]
How do I enter you, Become one with your thoughts, Feel what you feel, Know what you know, Forever still to what you will? How do I tell you, All those things that have […]
There are moments in one’s life that define it from some time, and there are microcosms in those moments that change his eternity. Sometimes it is a simply prayer that results in a fall from his cliff. Sometimes its the patience chosen until it feels right. Sometimes it’s a gusty wind that pushes him over the edge, or a simple glimpse of a desired future that gives him the courage to leap. Whatever it is, it happens, and everything changes.
Hear the strong heart beating within my chest, and feel it throb throughout the all of me. You will know where my strength resides now, and you will never your Lover’s words again. Feel faith, know truth, and be wise to the soul that speaks to you. I am here.
Love was always there, allowing me to see what I needed to see. I am the masterpiece I have always wanted to be.
I want to wake and feel you next to me. Feel you stir as my lips meet your shoulder, hear you moan in anticipation of the sunrise. I want to feel your warmth beyond the […]
Guys, if you want to see how brave you are, allow your feminine side to rise above the teachings of your ancestors. If your sense of courage isn’t challenged then, well, you aren’t doing it right. Or you had awesome ancestors.
You don’t know what you do to me… In the moments I see you smile In the times I imagine your laughter Your kiss…your touch You don’t know what you do To me… You […]
“I love you” I heard the words spill out from my lips I could not catch them And put them back I could just feel them through the ether Heading toward you. “I love you” […]
I recently had a conversation with someone who noticed my “OM” pendant (it’s a cool stone on a rope with the “OM” symbol etched in it. She asked, “What does that mean?” I generally don’t […]
We aren’t taught the art of surrender in our society. We are taught that surrender is an act of weakness reserved for losers. We are taught that quitters surrender, and then we make an agreement to agree with the various negative descriptions of surrender we are given.