Keep asking questions
Keep wanting answers
Why do I ask?
Why do I answer?
Keep looking ahead
Turning around,
as I search for answers
Where am I heading?
Where do I come from?
Keep shifitng
The one or the other
The past,
or the present
What about now?
Now,
no need for answers,
nor questions.
poetry as a journey of growth and healing.....listening to hearts speak and speaking to hearts that listen.....awakening the sacred presence dormant in each voice.....where voices move in a circle to no beginning and to no end......it's the circle of voices come alive.....
29 January 2012
25 January 2012
Drop for space
Inside is anger of what is right,
wont give in but I would like to let go.
Just like that.
13 January 2012
Questions
What do I want?
Reaching for the sky to elevate me,
searching for the ground to hold me back.
What is wanting?
Trying not to chose the one or the other,
yet striving to make a decision.
What is knowing?
Looking for answers to understand,
yet wishing to let go of the mind.
Reaching for the sky to elevate me,
searching for the ground to hold me back.
What is wanting?
Trying not to chose the one or the other,
yet striving to make a decision.
What is knowing?
Looking for answers to understand,
yet wishing to let go of the mind.
12 January 2012
While having a coffee with a typical snack from the island...
I feel dark blue
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to feel
He's staring at me
He's waiting for an answer
No words, only tears and silence and an inner voice..
run away, don't feel the pain
What to do, what to say
It needs healing
let it come
let it out
Maybe words, maybe silence and an inner voice...
Only here and now
10 January 2012
Gone
I carry a sorrow.
Im sorry that you will never see,
all that is me.
Im sorry that we will never be,
more than a faded memory.
Im sorry that you will never see,
all that is me.
Im sorry that we will never be,
more than a faded memory.
06 January 2012
Clouded
Its clouded,
grey.
All I can see is mountaintops.
No solid foundation,
its hidden in the fog.
Standing on the ground,
afraid of climbing.
There is no sight,
unable to trust the Unknown.
Still on the ground,
easier to hide in the Shadows.
grey.
All I can see is mountaintops.
No solid foundation,
its hidden in the fog.
Standing on the ground,
afraid of climbing.
There is no sight,
unable to trust the Unknown.
Still on the ground,
easier to hide in the Shadows.
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