Posted in life, Poetry, Random

Internal Echoes

When I ask my name in my own head

do I actually hear the voice that says it,

and is that voice my own, or another’s?

Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question

I asked?

My Higher Self  never fails to remind

that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies;

They only occupy them.

And we are not our thoughts.

Thoughts are simply reflections

of the energy our actions mirror –

internal echoes of external stimuli.

Posted in life, Poetry, Random, Thoughts and Ruminations

Questions.

Is it greedy of me
to keep inhaling
until I burn my fingers?
Am I overindulgent
if I break my fast
to share meals with my family?
Should I care too much
if the numbers on
the scale keep creeping and climbing
up and up?
What spirited vines;
Does it matter if there’s a little jiggle now
in my thighs and around my waistline?
Does it make me too selfish
if I
ignore calls and texts
for my own peace of mind –
and is it stealing if I take
a few extra minutes
for solitude, to realign?
Have I done this so very wrong
everything came out right?

And why is it I always question life
when I’m just  remembering to live it
while I’m drifting
at night?

Posted in life, Poetry, Self-discovery and growth, Thoughts and Ruminations

Unlimitations

I realize I too often limit myself only

to my words and actions

and capabilities;

And that expanding my mind

is the way to break free.

But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at…

and isn’t that as much a part of being

who I am

as at any other distinct point in time?

I often think that

being still

or even refusing to move

has saved my life on many

an occasion.

 

09 December 2020
Posted in life, Poetry, Thoughts and Ruminations

Easy Ways

Need to meditate

putting it off because I’m afraid

of what I’ll unearth.

All the shadows and hidden emotions

I’ve locked away from myself

to keep functioning,

to cope.

But coping is no way of life

and I need to face myself

and my fears;

take accountability for my life.

But isn’t it easier

to pretend nothing’s wrong

than it is to

acknowledge that

everything’s wrong?

I’ve gotta stop getting so good at

taking the easy way out.

 

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Posted in life, Poetry, Thoughts and Ruminations

Higher Ups

A sage soul once said

When you hit rock bottom,
there’s  nowhere left to go but up
and up.

I always envisioned this as
diving feet first into the ocean;
Maybe the deep end of
a pool –

never fully do I reach the bottom;
Even as gravity tugs
and despite its insistence
I’m already buoying back to the surface…

A question:

Did I ever actually touch the bottom, even a little?

Down’s always a possibility
on this elevator ride
but Up’s often the stronger motivation
when traveling –

Higher I get
higher I go
fiery air balloon of will
Floating, never stopping…

Until ground level
and bottom
are distant clouds
of memory.

10 August  2020
Posted in life, love, Poetry

Soul Muse(ic)

I listen to music

that arouses my curiosity

of

how a song would feel

on my skin

and how your frequency

is often the muse

to my soul.

I think your touch

is

my favorite song,

probably.

Posted in life, love, Poetry, Random

One Track Binds

This one track on your playlist

shreds my heart to tatters

and I dread the days

your mood’s on

shuffle.

You said

You’re  not into my

genre;

One of your favorite vibes

is a spoken sonnet

of liquid love –

[And] now I know you meant me.

The binds of contradiction dig deep.

I overstand (here) holding

pieces of me that I tried

to give to you

and you rejected

with unkind excuses

and passive untruth.

29 August 2020