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

Content

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

Awake 

Alive

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

Presence

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

pres·ence

   /ˈprɛzəns/ Show Spelled[prez-uhns] 

noun

1.

the state or fact of being present, as with others or in a place.

2.

attendance or company: Your presence is requested.

3.

immediate vicinity; proximity: in the presence of witnesses.

4.

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.

5.

Chiefly British . the immediate personal vicinity of a great personage giving audience or reception: summoned to her presence.

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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. 

Gizmo

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