I write my best work
At 3 am,. or 4 or 5
Before the sun light has made it’s debut
When life and distractions cannot hold me back
When I feel most with my heart and soul
And the pen has all the control
I write my best
When I have space
To reminisce,
To reflect,
To contemplate
The past and future
The present now
Now the Moon is present
And she knows my soul,
My thoughts, my secrets,
My loves my losses,
Now I am most here
With myself,
To be myself,
And to find who I am
Today
Tag: self
Practice Preacher
If, when, maybe
I become a minister
I will pray for you,
As I always do
I will pray for love and peace,
And possibility of
What is good
That perhaps we yet have not even known to be,
I will be the poetess
The priestess to the unknowable infinite
Will grant space for sorrow
To comfort and heal,
Will learn patience as I have never known,
Will be broken so that I might grow infinitely toward whole
I will cultivate bravery
For self to be for the other,
Will challenge ignorance,
Starting with my own,
If I become,
What I am dreaming,
To be
It starts with realizing
In this moment
I am already studying
My introspection is part of the path
Perhaps I have always been
–This student of people;
This student of life;
This student of philosophy,
Always searching for the meta reasons
Now acknowledging reverence and awe in cosmology,
In universal psychology,
Wondering why at an unanswerable level,
But through humbled acquiesce to the universe
In all it’s mystery
If and when I am granted a title,
I will surely not need it anymore,
I will find most satisfaction
In being the eternal learner to the everything,
–That I seek most
Self realization
That I am already
a student preacher
Artifacts
Artifacts from a broken self
Appear
From time to time,
And remind
How fragile are each moment
And the mind
Metaphysics of Me: A Memoir
I was born
A yesterday of yesterdays
Bare,
But skin to my back,
I find family in spectral hues of epidermis,
Find love
Where it was,
and where it was not
to be promised at first
I grow,
stirring,
Determined,
Bossy,
to say the least,
I am a strong stalked flower,
My curls
Lush chocolate petals
I am the butterfly
That from a caterpillar
changed its shape and color,
Before your eyes slowly emerging,
Wings wet
with new and dew,
I come to be through struggle,
Overcoming adversity,
My fears
Are not of darkened shadows
But of the void of unknown ifs,
Fearful possibilities
Of life unlived,
I am the philosopher
With a problem
For every solution,
I am a seeker,
a thinker,
a complex web
Of as yet thought thoughts,
Give me time
I ask,
-So ask we all,
I am building my legend,
Piece by piece,
I am a lover,
Of few,
And all,
Holding my treasured so tightly
For fear they might break,
I give and give,
Wanting so much to multiply the love,
Into endless existence,
I am a creator,
An artist,
The young life before me,
Is my greatest piece,
I nurture,
water,
feed,
teach,
tend,
inspire her
In ways I know,
And in ways anew,
She is my story,
with a story of her own,
I am a mystic,
Finding light
in new corners,
Unexpected beauty
from the universal source,
Finding truth,
In the metaphysics
Experienced as if new,
I am the ill and well
In one package,
My healing and my hurting
Are not easily untangled from each other,
But both toughen the core,
With scar tissue
My inner
And outer
Are reborn,
I am everything
In me,
A soul with many
Names
Titles
To identify me,
But my soul
Ageless,
Graceful,
As it floats through being,
The essence
In all aspects of me
What comes next
I wonder,
But dare not guess,
Suspense
Makes this life fuller,
With richness
So decadent it can be tasted,
Can be sensed
In the air,
In the textures,
In the living,
In the every
Next moment
That will,
And does,
Then still
Inspires.
On Rebirth
I can see my healing now,
In my words…
Before, I had grasped widely
for hold of sanity,
My mind spun,
Outlining all the abstracts
Seeing the metaphysics of everything
Until, like the universe
I exploded
In a big bang of psychosis
Then slowly
Though Not understanding the why
I began to pick up the pieces of self
Little by little
I write my way out
And back
And reflect on
What happened?
What had I become?
What was I becoming?
Was I flowering or
Decomposing
When I exploded?
Or both?
Or was this just
Another
One of many
Of my rebirths?
A Home
Be the one to change,
To make the Earth a good place,
To make this a home