©️ User 326726150 · Poem - Inadvertent Incognita ©️ This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week. Inadvertent Incognita When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did. Nothing of substance than can be touched to say for sure ‘yes’, … Continue reading What Is It That Exists?
Recognize that Who you call ‘I’ Is merely a consolidation of memories And a voice of hope. ‘I’ am but an idea Afraid of its flimsy reality. And so …Live Like You Don’t Matter Recognize that Who you call ‘I’ Is merely a consolidation of memories And a voice of hope. ‘I’ am but an … Continue reading Live Like You Don’t Matter
A poem by a friend of mine. I just love it and wanted to share. Can you share the whole, real you? You will find her here if you would like to read more https://www.facebook.com/haikuofireland/
Another wonderful poem by Paul Cannon! Very much exploring similar questions as myself in the form of poetry. This is all Paul's work I just had to share, I hope you enjoy, you will find the weblink below. Am I? Am I just a shade, a phantasmic abstraction beyond punctuated reality, projected on cracked walls, incorporeal spaces ever shifting as rising … Continue reading Am I?
THE GRACE IN BEING HUMAN The Beginning Of What Felt Like The End “Ashes” a song by by Celine Dion https://youtu.be/CX11yw6YL1w It has been 5 years since my life and all of the hopes and dreams I had imagined were blown apart. A diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis and simultaneous relationship and a close friendship (for … Continue reading Life Lessons
I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing,a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance,to live so that which came to me as … Continue reading Dawna Markova 💗
~by Danna Faulds ~ There is no controlling life. Try corralling a lightning bolt or containing a tornado. Dam a stream and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all … Continue reading Allow
When you pick a flower it dies quickly. It becomes more temporary. Let it be and it will seed and another form will regrow each year blooming, bringing joy and delight each time. I am not a flower to be picked off from my roots because I looked good. Enjoyed only for someone’s temporary pleasure. … Continue reading The Flower
~ by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr ~ A mighty wind blew night and day It stole the oak tree's leaves away Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark Until the oak was tired and stark But still the oak tree held its ground While other trees fell all around The weary wind gave up … Continue reading The Oak Tree
~ by Jeff Foster ~ Love is not a feeling. If love were a feeling, it would come and go, like in a great drama. Love is not a thought. If love were a thought, it would have an opposite. Love is too small to be contained in thought. Love is not a belief. If … Continue reading Love
~ by Stacie Amelia ~ An abyss falls within, an unwelcome weight, pulling down into darkness where the other lost wait. Each soul is crying in heaviness of grief, (There is hope though for that pain to fall away ...like a leaf) It takes time for each soul to find their own special way out, … Continue reading The Passing Of The Lost Lands
Just a share from a moments reflection on the experience of emotion. What is emotion? What does it mean? Are there key experiences that each of us share even if the way in which each of us make sense of our feelings differs? The offer of a poem and a quote. Poem This beautiful poem … Continue reading When Great Trees Fall
~ by Stacie Amelia ~ Outside grew a storm in the midst of the night It's arrival insidious, its impact a fright. It grew above so selfish, so dark It's rain dampened all connection and spark. Quietly in sleep it let itself in Came in the night carrying sacks full of sin. Slowly pouring its … Continue reading Poem – The Thief in the Night
In the still moments I find I am sitting with much grief. Grief has to be the most painful emotional experience of them all, feeling attachment to something we hold dear whilst simultaneously knowing we can not be connected to that anymore. The swirl fleeting between feeling the yearning for and the feeling of loss, … Continue reading In The Still Moments
As the sun sets on Drumnadrochit I am grateful for my day. I spent some time on Loch Ness (which so far is my most favourite place when I need to find space) and had a visit to Fort Augustus to sit on the banks of the water. Not much reflection this evening just a … Continue reading Goodnight from Drumnadrochit