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My Mother Is A Hero: Courage in the Time of Corona
Smile every day she does
As she rises
In the time of Corona,
Her presence at the store
More essential than ever.
People are swarming
“Panic buying” they call it
She comes home every day
Recounting the next crazy occurrence
That has happened: no toilet paper
All the hand sanitizers are…[Read more]
Today as I hold my pen at the tip of my hand,
I pause, to look at the white, blank vastness before me.
Do I write to inspire?
Or am I inspired to write?
Would I know the difference?
Is it God, whispering to me the words that shall flow from this pen?
Or is it a Self, I have yet to discover?
January 2nd, 2019
The Amphibian Dare Devils
Quietly the frogs
Across the road
In the middle of the night
Under the sweet, quiet Spring rains.
Some make it-
Some do not,
As can be seen by the squishy remains
With no concern for the life beneath them.
And thus it is by chance of luck
That some make it
Some do not.
April 14th, 2019
Searching Through Space and Time
Oh, there are so many hours in the day
And how fast they go by
In the morning- another place, another time
Yet in the eve a new pillow does your head meet.
Such goes the day of the weary traveler
Wandering wandering wandering
Searching searching searching
For some meaning behind it all
With hopes that with…[Read more]
The extent of my motherhood
Is to nourish,
What will nourish me.
My tiny little ones,
The sky embracers,
And also my teachers.
To you I bow,
As I strain to listen
For the quiet ways of knowing
You so eloquently bestow,
To your younger brothers and sisters:
The people of the Earth.
October 31st, 2019
Caught in the moment was I
Forgetting to pause
To take deep breaths
And so I let the emotions overcome me
I observed the frustration, the annoyance of having things
Not go my way.
“Center, and calm yourself!” I wanted to shout
To push aside the negativity away
But stubborn were these feelings
So empathy I sought to inv…[Read more]
Sourcing In to Find Out
From where do I source my joy?
I think it is from remembering
The stuff we’re made of
That deep, profound sense of compassion
Which some call God,
or the Universal Spirit.
I think it is when we forget who we are,
It’s easy to feel lost
And without direction.
So I invite you,
To sink into your roots
And feel the depths of…[Read more]
Please teach me your quiet knowing ways,
How to adapt and flow, like the coursing rivers,
The veins of the Earth
Filtered by the liver
Of soil and rock.
I want to know the patience
of the steadfast mountains,
I admire so much:
Reaching for the skies
Yet grounded deep in the Earth,
Creating layers of fascinating…[Read more]
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