I find solace in word,
In putting letters together
Transforming phonics into meanings,
In symbols combined into syllables,
like ritual incantations,
Invocations of conveyed meaning.
Tag: Poetry
Guiding Me
Naming values
Is easier said
Than done,
Defining what motivates,
What drives,
What guides,
Is like catching the breath you breathe,
But, it can be done,
It can be done,
To claim a fraction of one’s identity,
What guides me?
Love;
Belief in good;
In the innate neutrality of all nature;
In the naivete of mind, driven by self-preservation, for survival;
In a unity, interconnectedness of all beings,
-Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually;
In the reality that there is more than we can ever know;
That minds and knowledge are a gift;
In ultimate truth, unencumbered by belief;
In the beauty and necessary of diversity- cosmic creativity;
In the innate equal worth of all humans;
In the equal value of all creatures;
In the need for salvation as a daily occurrence, not for the end of times, or judgement;
In the reality of karmic balance;
In a spiritual realm, that we may never understand, though we might catch glimpses;
In evolution as a part of Divine creation;
This list is a theological reflection of mind,
Capturing pieces of my soul in diction,
But it is endlessly incomplete,
As I grow,
Moment to moment,
Understanding more,
But these remain with me,
The realized and unrealized,
Guiding in step,
Guiding in deed,
Guiding me.
Apocalyptic Change
The world is in pain,
It burns fire,
As bombs fall,
As the ground breaks open in despair,
There is so much pain,
This is the Apocalypse,
It has happened before
It shall happen again,
Great changes are here,
Are coming,
The question is what we
The people do next,
Do we fall, and freeze,
Or do we heed the call
The herald for changes,
The world is changing,
We are changing too.
Undressed
Delirious,
It’s how I feel,
When I know you’re looking,
Salaciously,
I ponder which part of my soul,
To undress,
While you watch.
For Them I Go
Moments such as this,
When I am alone in thought and deed,
I think of all that sustains me,
Of the others from whom I gain my strength,
My motive to rise
To meet the day,
My will to be,
I am nothing without the others,
And they are everything to me,
And from them,
for them,
I will,
Even when they are not near,
Or even should they no longer be here,
I will and do,
For family, blood and otherwise,
They whom are my life force,
My lifeline,
My all,
And so for them I go,
Set out into the unknown,
The sky,
The deep,
And through it all,
I shall remember who,
Their faces etched in mind,
To sustain me,
Deep breath,
One step,
I go.
The Collage
Scraps of paper,
Litter the floor,
Cut out ideas,
Waiting to be assembled,
Mind searches for cohesion,
Of images selected,
Arrange,
Rearrange,
Add, subtract, repeat,
A collage formulates;
the image of mind
On canvas,
But a snapshot of the endless thoughts,
Swirling inside a globe.
She of Letters 