beware
the meadows
masked in amber
and aspen groves
that spill gold glitter
'tis time of the Turn
when darkness steal the light
be still and listen
the quiet season beckons
Poetry ~ The Turn
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
