We have been led to believe in our artificial thinking that the rosebush dies in the winter,
Yet I wake at sunrise to hear the singing of the birds.
Upon opening my eyes I am witness to their dance and play Atop those dry, thorny branches.
This gives me hope
Which I will welcome into my heart
At every opportunity,
Again and again.
I might never tell you,
But your smile,
On more than one occasion,
Has lit the way before me
So that I might take that one more step.
Hope.
You will be interrupted
By many with a
Plethora of “but this and that”;
Continue to live, speak
And move
Immersed in compassion; stillness.
Gentleness welcomes.
Allow love to emanate from even the twinkle in your eyes and the smile upon your face.
These gestures one thinks so small save souls.
Hope. Love. Peace.
Oh yes
The birds are returning.
No song left unsung;
In
The volume of their song
No hesitation.
Bright breasts puffed.
Not a post, wire or branch
Off limits to poise upon and strike chord.
Calling to those who will listen as sun touches
The land.
Replies fill the air with hope,
Nature does hearken unwavering.
I give thanks to the many souls who have gone before,
Sharing their knowledge
Which They have expressed
Through
The art of living;
Pain, passion and love.
For those experiences and the courage,
The glorious
Might of love.
The wisdom
Born of them
has now,
in my life,
Given me hope.
This dusty radio sits by the window.
Sunlight through blind slits highlights
Particles;
A slow dance of sorts.
It does not work now though,
Soundless.
I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,
Laughter and tears.
Residual smoke scent and I cough.
I try to turn it on again,
Click, click, hope.
I put a plant on top of it now.
New life supported by
Ghosts.
She does look beautiful.
Still silent.
Yes
Miracles happen every moment.
People change.
Or
They don’t.
Always carry hope.
And I try not to hold my breath and sit
Immobile;
Stationary and stuck.
Keep living and loving.
Move out of limbo and the waiting.
Basking in the radiance of life
Moment by moment.
I am blooming regardless the
Light,
The soil,
The circumstance.
Heart over matter.
Soul sight
Flowing.
And I never want to
Hurt like that again
So
I have been fearful,
So very afraid.
One step
And I hesitate, my feet placed lightly
As I hold my breath before
Pressing forward completely;
And wait.
Eyes wide open,
Telling my tears to stay tucked away,
To wait.
Wait a little longer.
It is not in my head nor irrational
For those things did happen leaving bruises on heart on skin,
Not happening merely once or twice.
Over and over.
In psyche I go deep.
Begin once again.
One step forward and breath.
Wait and observe, Listen and feel.
Muscles coiled around heart ready to retreat.
Consciously release tension;
Release grip on self.
Exhaustion sets in every muscle.
Stopping. Resting.
Replenish heart and mind
And begin again
With tomorrow’s sunrise.
Beauty and joy seep into depths slowly and lovingly
Replacing anxiety.
Sweet dreams start to outnumber nightmares.
Ever so tenderly reanimating hope.
Revive.
And along comes the rain.
Seeds and roots you thought
Long dead come back to life.
Never give up.
Some of those days were
Absolutely glorious.
And i do not wish to cloud such
Memories with my overthinking
Adult mind,
Just relish in my childhood recollections
Of crisp fall days
And running.
Running until my lungs burned
And i fell to the
Grass
Exuberantly
Exhausted.
Joyful without
Over analyzing
And immersed
In the innocence.
Oh my childhood friends,
What times were had by us
In our little realm of
Make believe;
Escaping our volatile realities together,
If only in moments, to carry us to the next.
The in between times.
Chole Into Diamonds 