Whimsical

I gave a sample
And what surprise, I found who
Had been forgotten
Under layers of disguise;
The passionate love inside.

*****

Now wide awakened
The ghost who lived so alone
No one knowing who
Deepened in darkling shadows;
Yet burned warm as flame, bright light.

*****

Reach out another
Moment, dawn raising delight,
Taking it over
The secret long-sought before
Any explanation might.

*****

Yesterday, I went to my psych. It was interesting. I also went to Sam’s for the first time since March 14. Today, I am trying to recuperate. Maybe I will hit my stride with writing again soon.

Tanka – Three

I do not know when I will have time to enter things today. I have these tankas I have written since 8:30am, so I am sharing.

In our hands and hearts
What we choose ourselves to be,
Kind, loving people;
Dedicated to gentleness,
Sharing creativity.

*****

Love may not always
Come as hoped nor when we wish
But welcome it is
However and whenever
It so happens to arrive.

*****

Take myself over
Yonder and remain unseen,
Hidden mystery,
For most never look closely
Enough to know who I mean.

Alright Now…

Spoken unbroken
Words of truth, capture rapture,
Then friends fall away,
Too strange, much too different,
Experience doubtless lacks verity.
Tears fall, falling heart
No one knows the sounding down
Flesh rips loose apart
Another betrayal, break
Where life it takes, no mistake.
The knife flenses skin
Baring the muscle exposing
The gentle genuine
Heart where creativity
Works toward immunity
To heal, repair, restart, torn
Tissue and issue confidence
Enough to brave the plague
Trial by fire, forged anew
Sourcing love for a future
Unforeseen with those
Able to believe the incredible.

Be advised writing can become simply art with very little of my knowing why. I hope it is that way for everyone at times, but inspiration can be sourced beyond me.

No Rehearsal

This life we now share
It is no rehearsal,
It tastes all the real
Coming about to what
Is present, time and space,
Feeling every emotion
Reflecting on each face.
It is the highs and lows
The victories, compromise,
Those things we wish
We did not know, but must,
Whatever we allow,
What we jettison,
What touches us,
Whatever leaves,
All we hold and believe.
It matters, means, gives,
Takes; is more than seems,
There is no rehearsal,
No chance to go back
And hit all the marks,
We have to be live,
Alive is our one chance
So we offer the best
Or some approximation
To merit our approbation
And splendid continuation.

*****

Cover

Inside the shell we
Buckle ourselves down, without
Any real insight,
But as we become quiet
Our thoughts distill into light.
Who we are is life
No fancy separations
Clear revelation.

*****

Closeness

Touching feels newborn
The sensitivity nerved
Within every cell
Mind reactive, all degrees,
Taking, giving what pleases,
Previously frozen
To needs long disregarded
Sheltered from impulse,
Coming alive to emotion
Hunger, overpowering desire.
Sampling the possible
Always doubted, untaken,
Made openly present
Changing every feeling,
Meaning, thought, belief,
Injecting confidence, clarity.

Cover was written first, Closeness second, and No Rehearsal last. Just doodling in words. I hope you are doing well. If you would like to follow the site there is a button, or simply come back as life allows. All comments are much appreciated.

I did some site maintenance. I hope you like it. God Bless.

Be You

What you are searching for
Is not out there beyond,
If you trust yourself
You will find satisfaction
Lives inside who you are.
You are all the things
You hope to be
Even if at this moment
You are not manifesting
All the self you want.
So take in the world
Digest the love and joy
Give yourself permission
To be who you are
Explore the freedom
Of being exactly who
You are meant to be;
Smile come fully alive.