Monday, November 22, 2010

Forgotten

I found the place where the river falls
It drops into a pool of clear water
As it falls the mist that forms
Create the most beautiful rainbows

The path I took to find it
Cut through my shoes
Until my feet touched the earth again
I had forgotten

I began with borrowed clothes
That never seemed to fit right
I removed each piece one by one
Until I felt the wind on my skin, I had forgotten

As I walked along the rivers edge
The path gave way and I plunged into the water
I sank until my feet hit the bottom
The water was cool and awakening, I had forgotten

Now I stand at the rock edge and
Feel the heat of the sun warmed stone beneath my feet
My name no longer matters
I am here to see what I had forgotten
Raven

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Unloved by Rumi

Have you seen the kind
Who settle for less?
Who creep into corners
Just big enough for one?
They are unopened letters
Whose message is this:
Live! Live! Live!

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Another quote

"If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies"  - Author unknown

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Friends

Friends are like bras: close to your heart and there for support!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Kalu Rinpoche quote

"We live in illusion and the appearance of things.  There is a reality.  We are that reality.  When you understand this, you see that you are nothing, and being nothing, you are everything.  That is all."

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Waiting

I turned and saw the hands shift across the face of the clock
Words held in the soul were set free
They spilled out into the light
My silence was broken... Everything changed

My hand rose and covered my mouth
I was left wondering who's voice had spoken
It was my truth... My jail, my tomb, my sins
That saw the lies of my life, the illusion of my identity

My heart stopped in that moment
And when the beat revived, the rhythm was not the same
Tangled in the thread that was unraveling my life
I was slammed to the cold floor of...  "What have I done"

I was left standing...  Alone
Unable to return to the discomfort of my dying soul
I looked into the night and saw the stars
I began to breathe again

I had lost everything of what I thought I was
My jail, my tomb, my sins
I saw a void in all directions...  Waiting
There, I heard my soul
Raven

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Quote by Groucho Marx

"Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself:  I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.  I can choose which it shall be, yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived.  I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."