it is here

Scotland
It is here

Imagine the deliciousness of letting 
        go, like 
                f 
                 a
                  l
                   l
                    i
                     n
                      g
    			into the deep
sea of sleep, allowing  yourself to 
                         s – t – e – p 
                         over 
                         the cliff’s 
                   y			edge 
discovering	  l
         you can f		sky 
    			into the 
or even float
   like a boat
	in the vastness of the water

Released 
        from your	grasping
		        resisting
		        constant seeking
				        of light
It is here
	in the most ordinary
					moment
of opening yourself
into the 
now of what is. 

I had fun playing with formatting on this one. At some places it’s difficult to read, although I hope you found it a fun little adventure. ;]

impermanence

impermanence

if you listen
inside you’ll hear
a whisper, 
ALL,
everything – 
good or bad
light or dark
kind or cruel – 
passes into
the next moment
where possibility
waits like dew 
on the morning grass. 

This poem is also part of a collection I put together called Meditative Blossoms.

tenderly held

Keswick England2.JPG

tenderly held

Like a small child crying out in the night,

my suffering only wants to be acknowledged

tenderly held for a moment

and released to freedom.

I wrote this short poem in recognition of the value in acknowledging our emotions as the arise so they become free to move on.

* I took this photo of a mother and baby while driving in the area of Keswick England.