Posted in love, New Work, Poetry

Headache Prone

You make my head hurt –
every time you’re close
my mind travels
to lives of past vibrance
we once
created.

You’re different there;
So was I –
but our soul flames always knew
how to find their twins
in each other…

You don’t like eloquence
and poetry
or prose;
And I’m prone to
thinking of ways
to tell you I knew you once,
many times over.

It hurts my head,
but then maybe I don’t even have to
say anything.
Or just maybe, I think too much.

Posted in New Work, Poetry

Heart Lingo β™‘

My heart writes in invisible ink;
You can’t see its lingo
with simply a naked eye,
but you can feel its songs
if you get close enough…

If you only touch,
you’ll find the drumbeats
your fingertips are always playing
and the rhythms
our souls dance to.

[Reflection] Age of Transcendence

Why are we all so worried about getting/ being old? Signs of aging are such beautiful things – Each grey hair, wrinkle, mole, and freckle are the small evidences of wisdom we’ve received as we transcend life’s experiences; and overcome the obstacles we encounter as we journey our life paths. Embrace your age! You’re still a beautiful being, no matter what.