Poetry and Rhythm
I see your curiosity brought you here….
This is where I place the quieter pieces of myself. My thoughts. My poems. The fragments I gather as I move through the world.
It is a practice of paying attention.
I am a writer and a musician. I am drawn to awe more than answers. I pause for what is easily missed. A cloud resting on a mountain. Footsteps finding rhythm on a forest path. The subtle shift that happens between one breath and the next.
What you will find here are reflections. Observations. Small devotions to being alive.
I leave them here without agenda.
To be read slowly.
To be felt.
To remind you that there is depth in the ordinary, and beauty in the noticing.
My purpose, my role
Patterns repeat,
organization feels neat.
In chaos we meet,
Yet I want to retreat.
To a place still unknown,
Forever reborn.
I remember the storm,
That brought me to form.
I call on my soul,
To take on the toll.
Of taking control,
Of my purpose, my role.
She dances with magic
She dances with magic,
that flows through her veins.
She laughs and releases,
the structure and reins.
She loves with compassion,
her heart space explodes.
She follows her passions,
her own unique road.
My love, my moon
My moon, my art.
I see you from afar.
So beautiful and bright,
She lives among the stars.
Her wisdom expands,
and holds with healing hands.
A love so deep and true,
To wash away the sand.
That lives upon my skin,
A texture from within.
My armor of protection.
That some may call a sin.
But who is there to see,
My soul run wild and free.
My love, my moon.
She is who I am to be.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Why do we go in and out?
We go out to go in, and in to go out.
Traversing our inner and outer worlds.
To mediate our experiences.
Learn from others.
Reflect on ourselves.
Find peace in the center.
Vanquish my quest.
I fuel the fire,
I feed my bones.
I ask for patience
as I traverse a new road.
My steps are aligned,
with a path not yet set.
Fire, oh fire,
Help me vanquish my quest.
Unabridged.
Unabridged.
An elevated experience,
She lifts to the sky.
Unabridged and aligned,
From the depths, she goes high.
Coming home.
Coming home.
I'm coming home,
Home to myself in my body and soul.
Home to my lover, my children, my friends.
Home to my ego, may death be the end.
Wild child.
Wild child.
Wild child, lover, muse,
She dances in the fire.
Her efforts are just,
She tastes her desire.
Perfectly aligned.
Perfectly aligned.
Perfectly aligned,
These angles in our mind.
Take a look around,
And see what you will find.
Wandering through trees.
Wandering through trees.
Wandering through trees
brings peace to my bones.
The scent of pure magic,
discrete pheromones.
The canopy of the rain.
The canopy of the rain.
I find peace under the canopy of the rain.
Washing away any lingering thought.
I am pulled to the depth of my ocean,
It is all contained in one drop.
Mediator makes three.
Mediator makes three.
A dance between polarities, a meditator makes three.
With the Tao as our guide, we may find inner peace.
Spiral of change.
Spiral of change.
The spiral of change is an elevated experience.
Lifting up through the center,
she transforms.
Trinity…what’s the point?
Trinity… what’s the point?
Trinity... what's the point?
Three points indeed.
Mind, body, breath.
Strength, structure, stability.
Beginning, middle, end.
Best foot forward.
Best foot forward.
Best foot forward, but how do I choose?
The answer will be right, I'm sure.
If left to my willpower, I may never take a risk.
Place myself in the center, and all options appear.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
Left, right, and center.
One, two, three.
Follow the pattern and you will see.
Spiral in, spiral out.
Spiral in, spiral out.
Spiral in, spiral out.
Alignment appears.
Expanding from the center to a sphere.
Boundaries.
Boundaries are like good friends.
Boundaries are like good friends,
A measured depiction of containment.
Special maps to align with one's Self,
An exploration of arrangement.