I anticipated a winding road
For that is how my story often goes,
But something tells me
The next chapters
Are short and sweet,
But not lacking in their depth or content;
On a few pages more
There will be new revelations to find,
Hopes becoming truths,
And not just speculation
Nor just wishful thinking,
But manifestations of positive energy
Of karmic flow spiraling out
And being received,
By open hands
And open hearts,
To then be paid forward,
In this my tale,
Moving swiftly,
With the turning of pages
Toward a happy ending.
Tag: story
Your Story
Pick up the pieces,
This is only beginning
This is your story
Truly Enough
You are not perfect,
But you are truly enough,
Your story will tell
The Blooming
Travel back,
And find your story,
It is worth telling,
It was worth living,
Fuel the words with ink
And remember why
You are here,
How you came to be,
Patient flower,
How you came to bloom.
The Neverending Dance
Tit for tat,
And one, two, three, four…,
We’re dancing without touching,
And as the dance progresses
The tension mounts,
A waltz or a tango
It’s all the same
Who is leading
Is an illusion,
When really it all
pulls from the hips,
I move, you move
We move,
And we’re dancing across the floor,
We’re weightless
And effortless,
Never wanting this moment to halt,
Then the music stops,
Tis just a delay,
To the dance that will never end
Craft
This here is my craft,
I build my masterpieces,
By writing my tale.
