What I wouldn’t give
For a chance to rest
To lie across the king bed cross-ways
On my belly
Feet dangling over the edge
Shoes still on
One eye squinting at twilight
Through the palladium window
Grey cat curled up nearby
Periodically rising
For a scritch on the head
Body sinking into the foam
Feeling the support
Releasing all my worries
Face down in reverie
Forgotten to the world
For just a while
Some Days
Not a good day
Feeling stuck & hopeless
Fearful actually
Fearful that my hopes & dreams
Are but an illusion
To keep me in a happy place
While I waste away
In my current existence
If I can be excited & hopeful
For the future
The present doesn’t seem so bad, right?
Fearful, too, that I might actually
Reach my goals
And then what?
Will I really be happier?
Is the grass really greener
In that pasture?
Some days it doesn’t seem worth it.
Boxes
Reaching out
Meeting only resistance
Barely breathing
Desperately seeking escape
Inside this box
The walls all look the same
Shades of brown and grey
The fabric comprised
Of a million more tiny boxes
Over time the monotony
Numbs me enough
To keep me here
Make me forget my entrapment
What if we all woke up?
Realized there are no barriers
Except those which we create?
What if we cast off the walls
Broke free from our boxes?
Shut it off
Shut it off!
My fragile being
Cannot take the madness
Day in and day out
Everyone is glued to
The worst in the world
But my heart is too large
It soaks up the world’s pain
And dries up my muse
Like a desert
Many tell me it’s foolishness
To think people are worth loving
You can’t change the world!
Still I can’t shake my suspicion
That deep inside
We are all good
Better yet
We share a common Light
A deep Universal connection
That binds us to each other
Like a massive spiritual
Spider web
So if we are all connected
If we are all One
Then are we all evil
When one commits an evil act?
And greater still
If we are all Divine light
How can we be evil?
These are the answers
That live in my heart
Happy Monday (4/8/13)
Endless Winter
Dreary, dreary
The days creep on
Only hope remains
For a miraculous explosion
Of warmth on skin
Green bursting forth
Softly, softly
I hear spring arriving
Birds impart their melodies
New buds peek through
Only to be thwarted by
One more blanket of cold and wet
One can only imagine
That such an endless winter
Will usher in an epic spring,
A sense of renewal
Gentle tears
Washing clean the earth
And souls
Carrying away the sting
Of winter’s pain
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