In the cracks I find my depths
Dark wounds empty
Glimpses tween
Death and an old life
Lies a field of
Possibility
Waiting for
A Spring
Rain
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Last Words
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
By: Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the “good” living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching TV – and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love yous”…more “I’m sorrys”…
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it…live it…and never give it back.
Simple Pleasure
Spring Cleaning: Photo Poem 36
Boredom: Little Gem
Paradox, Humor and Change
“Life has three rules: Paradox, Humor, and Change.
– Paradox: Life is a mystery; don’t waste your time trying to figure it out.
– Humor: Keep a sense of humor, especially about yourself. It is a strength beyond all measure
– Change: Know that nothing ever stays the same.”
― Dan Millman,
Way of the Peaceful Warrior
Little Gem
“Can you imagine if you really let it in that you are not a problem to be solved in any way? Imagine you knew that anything that would tell you otherwise is just a movement of thought in the mind that says “Whatever is, isn’t the way it is supposed to be.” So the biggest act of compassion starts within. And when the self is no longer seen as a problem, this is called “the peace that passes all understanding.”
~ Adyashanti
Comes The Night
Best Nostril Ever
Took Back
I took back the night
First, by comfort and warmth
Wrapping tightly in fat blankets
That sorrow could not reach
I took back the night
Warm cocoa in big mugs to sooth
A dark wretchedness in my soul
Warm tears in dark hours – spent
I took back the night
Opening wide window sashes
So moonlight, fireflies and little moths
Might dance in my mourner’s room
I took back the night
With hard letters burned in fires
To dead loves gone
But for their shadows in my head
I took back the night
Hope, a thought, a light brick
Layered in a house of joy, half finished
A frame waiting for laughter
Inspired by Michael Robbin’s poem, “Be Myself” in the April 2013 edition of POETRY










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