Snippets

I've been writing poetry lately. Little snippets. Here goes...

Days

So quickly moving,

marching.

Faltering at times.

Still, piling up and

Slipping by.

Your love

a thread throughout. 

 

1/7/2020

Dawn.

A gentle lightening, emerges

from the darkness.

A new day being birthed.

All is possible.

Everything starts over.

Once again.

Today.

1/8/2020

Snippets.

Brief glimpses into my soul.

Short riffs. Interludes.

Each, only a moment.

All we ever have is one moment.

And then the next.

My life.

1/9/2020

Tide waters rushing

in to our little canal.

Twice daily, in and out again.

A metaphor for breath?

The Universal 2-beat?

A watery dance of Yin and Yang. Ever changing.

No resistance.

1/11/2020

Some days

Like this one

move slowly, little wind

except outside among the trees.

Here, within me, is stillness. 

No need to rush or do.

Time to go to the gym!

1/12/2020

Seriously.

Must we?

Be serious. 

A metaphor, another word for 

"What is."

Not so serious, just what is.

Embracing this moment in its full

seriousness. 

Can be joyful!

And yet present to the current reality.

Calmly, with heart-centered awareness.

Seriously. 

With joy. 

1/14/2020

The water in the canal is still, 

appears to not be moving..

Yet it must be. 

And there is life within it too.

When I am still, I am also alive!

1/17/2020

Water slow moving this morning, allowing its natural flow..

Can I move slowly today?

Being mindful and aware of all who will surround me?

Turning easily toward one,

then another,

Appropriately embracing

with loving attention..

1/22/20

She waits, hopefully.

Imagining his return 

To their bed of love. 

1/27/2020

So many things to do..

Could be doing..

Remembering to pause!

Forgetting to do.

1/28/2020

Slow day. Pleasant.

Almost comfortable.

Contemplative.

No matter, not even any real substance.

Empty space, awaiting inspiration.

Then, this.