Saturday, March 28, 2015

Morning serenade

As I lay in bed this morning
Listening to my serenades
I tuned in to my heart
And smiled 
At the whisperings
It spoke to me
Like a warm glow 
Running through my being
I could taste 
The sweetness of
These feelings in my mouth
Nothing tethered
Just footloose
Delicate tendrils
Humming through my soul
My mind aware
Body relaxed
And my heart just resonates 
With the thrum
Of the string quartet
Playing it's delicate refrain
An exquisite moment
Of bliss 
So fragile 
In an otherwise insane world
My lovely morning serenade

"Tell you one thing that ain't gonna change love- sun still rises even with the rain"
~Another Story
The Head and The Heart

This heart

This heart of mine...
It's not a half way heart
Like intoxicating wine
It seeks to consume 
Or be consumed
Not just a sip
It seeks to drown
It rushes
It rages
Like waves crashing down
In a stormy ocean
This heart of mine...
It's not a timid heart
Like a sledgehammer 
It pounds 
Deep and strong 
Inside my chest
Heating the blood
That runs in my veins
This heart of mine...
It's not a stoic heart
It explodes 
And breaks
Pulsates with unchecked passion
This heart of mine...
Is a wandering heart
Always a traveler
Nomad in the wilderness
An explorer
But never a resident
It's not a fickle heart...
This heart of mine
But it is a wanderer
This heart 
A forever wanderer

Friday, March 20, 2015


" inside your feet and chances are that the rest of you will follow..."


the state or fact of being present, as with others or in a place.
attendance or company: Your presence is requested.
immediate vicinity; proximity: in the presence of witnesses.
the military or economic power of a country as reflected abroad by the stationing of its troops, sale of its goods, etc.: the American military presence in Europe; the Japanese presence in the U.S. consumer market.
Chiefly British . the immediate personal vicinity of a great personage giving audience or reception: summoned to her presence.
As I sat by Sophie today, I pondered this elusive thing. Presence.

Chocolate brownies...

"People come into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime..."
Linda stated that to me-

She is a "lifetime" person. 
I wanted to make brownies today. I only cook for people I love... I wanted to make brownies for a person I wanted, desired to be a lifetime person. 

The universe had other plans. Brownies did not happen, but a lot of other things did. Anger happened. Awareness happened. Forgiveness happened. 


I looked closely 
And saw right through
The lie that he had built
A new world he did create
And even caste another 
To play the part of "me"
The same words
He spoke to her
The same names he used
That once he used for me
How strange the games that are played
The lies we tell ourselves
So deep we bury truths 
We believe the lies we tell
And so with some understanding
I walked away from the window
Of a past I visit often
I'm not quite sure why I still do...
Maybe someday soon I'll uncover
A lie I'm telling myself
It's either the world that's mad-
Or me....
I've yet to discover 
What truth there is to that