He’s gone. He’s in the past.
Not in the present
and likely absent from the future.
In the past is where he can,
should, stay.
Part of me
but apart from me.
Tag: poem
on the edge
Look for me
on the edge of the sun
in the blend of yellow and blue
and white,
on the edge.
I’ll be on the edge
waiting for you.
April snow
Nestled between the needles,
white amongst the green,
tucked into crevasses to hide
from the warm, yellow sun
rising.
We, the snowflakes,
will soon die here.
Our lives are short, but sweet
in April.
pressure
Stop putting so much damn pressure
on yourself.
You are not in a life-or-death situation.
If you make a mistake
(what classifies a mistake anyway?)
there will be opportunities to do better next time.
If you keep holding out
scared of imagined consequences
preparing for remediation of the fallout
without taking action at all,
you will kill yourself
before getting a chance to see the success
beyond the worrying,
unwarranted.
standards
Please, oh please,
stop being so hard on yourself
day after day.
Who sets the bars, the standards
you race to meet?
The person who sets them
maintains the power to change them.
Is it you?
new world
When you start shifting your attention
to water the flowers you want to bloom,
things change
within you, and around you.
Shifts bring change.
They allow us to see, envision,
a world different from what we lived before.
Change can feel uncomfortable
and in discomfort
we seek to find comfort,
maybe back in the place we came from.
Running backwards is not the answer
we need,
or actually want.
What if
the new world you see before you
is where you’re meant to be?
Listen,
as it releases a deep exhale,
rustling a gentle breeze across your skin,
extending its arms to welcome you
here.
This world, this new world,
has been waiting for you.
clean start
There’s no point in trying to gain control
over anything.
Once you have it, it disappears,
or morphs,
or ropes you into submission
with the tables turned.
Start each day clean, fresh.
What you knew yesterday,
what you thought you had all figured out,
no longer exists.
breathing
Breathing
has brought you here,
where you are now.
Breathing
will keep you here,
in the present moment.
Breathing
will push you forward,
to where you want to go.
natural duality
The moon rests at the peak of its cycle
full, and bright,
shining radiant white light
down upon the world.
Contrasting against the enveloping jet black night
it calls forward shapes, animals,
out from the dark and into my view.
I hardly need my headlights
as I travel down the highway.
I marvel at this natural duality
of light and dark,
at the dualities surrounding me.
I can see the light, I can see the dark,
vast they are, in all they invite to live
within them.
Welcoming and accepting they must be,
for I see dark in light, and light in dark.
Perspective matters.
Choice also matters.
When I can see the light and the dark
and their inter-connectedness,
choice matters
and the choice is mine.
befriending me
Talking to myself
as I would to a friend in pain.
You don’t have to be perfect today,
or any day.
Listen to your body
and give her what she needs.
Take it easy. Be gentle.
Do what feels good.
Love yourself through this.
This is only temporary.
I’m here for you.
You are not alone.
Dawning Words 