Poetry ~ Searching

When looking for answers
where do I begin?
I'm either looking up
or I'm looking within.

In the past, when searching,
I've cast my eyes to the sky
but I'm gently reminded
answers are found inside.

In the practice of stillness,
the answers flow.
I've become friends with silence.
As above, so below.

Poetry ~ Does this really Matter?

Your point of power is in the present moment.”

The Speakers
It's silly, really
the way I scribbled
the words on my wrist
in permanent black marker

"Does this really matter?" it asks
"Nope," comes my reply

yet, all day
everyday
my mind wanders off
into dark corners,
whining, whimpering
"Woe is me!"


a quick flash of my wrist
and the light comes on

stay focused on
what really matters!

what matters is simple
right here, right now

this moment

if you don't like
the present moment
change it,

if you can,
or practice the
art of acceptance