close my eyes over and over again
hoping to see your shadow
grateful for life’s twists and turns
and every unborn tomorrow
the calm seas have angst
the angry mountains burn
the skies shed smoke filled tears
what is the lesson to learn?
water ravages the rice fields
the drought will end
i am learning once again
sometimes a stranger is god sent
our paths are yet to cross
yet in my head so much awesome fuss
don’t know why I feel
the way your place of meditation does
slow time
for a sister of mine
who is running
to cross the line
be on the other side
to hold laugh and cry
one last time
to say i love you mama goodbye
Imagine waking up one day in the far away future and looking back at life…what would matter most? Family, friends, careers, bank balance, memories, how people made us feel, lying on the green grass and staring at the blue skies? Whatever it is…make time for it, now. NOW.
black and white
in the grey life’s alright
try not to spin my wheels and run
close my eyes under the sun
reject magic potions
worthless lotions
anything to hide
who we are on the inside
can we gaze at dragon flies crossing lands
cheer little children screaming in rock bands
whisper to wild orchids trapped in fancy pots
dare to feel like touch-me-nots
for you and i are kindred spirits who know hunger
betrayal, agony and anger
we can find stars scattered among black skies
truth amidst white lies
learn to dance again
feel warm dancing under the cold rain
listen to our sweet silence
bridge the distance
watch the sun set on the same side
rise bravely with nothing to hide
black and white
in the grey life’s alright
Today is a beautiful grey day in Vancouver. The flowers add a lovely touch to the serene landscape. The black squirrel jumps joyfully from one tree to another in my backyard. The yellow buttercups consent to the rain washing away the pain of the past. I inhale the precious present.
Now that I have been hurt, I appreciate healing…getting back to being “me”, when “me” has been altered by a difficult experience (an accident). I appreciate so many people and things I took for granted…when I am back to being “me”, I will look at life so differently.
9. Sometimes I think I have managed to get to the top of the hill, only to realize I am in a quicksand. Thriving changes to simply surviving. In the quicksand, I get a new perspective – about myself, others and life. I try to never lose sight of the beautiful hill.
