Pause

Seeing reflections as they dance
to life’s ongoing masquerade
I pause to admire patterns
created with such magic
as only imagination can enhance

I pause also to ponder
only to fail in my thoughts,
for my reflection
dances
when I cannot

Pool on the sill

I hear it’s November
but the rains sound the same

The birds, I hear
and see as they drink from puddles

I hear my radiators
clicking, groaning
so it must be a chilly November
but it all feels the same

I see it’s grey out there
and suddenly the birds are silent
as I watch dribbling condensation
pool on the sill

I swim in that pool
and feel a tremendous hankering
to evaporate.

Find your soul

Be true
look inside
search for it.
Open yourself
to your open self.
Look around, see and
watch for the moments.
Smile as you come across
the You that you once were.
Know that what is in you is also
in all of us and it lives waiting silent
because we are all one spirit together.
Breathe and relax, feel for the one You
that is meant to be, who wants to be
for always and forever. Your self.
Smile, reach, touch your soul
feel its power its energy.
Look inside, know and
feel what could be
what is waiting.
Search for it
look inside
be true.

~

Edited version of my poem written in 2011.

Seems such a long time ago!