Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Five little kittens Living on my porch, seriously. This is my life. Maybe more, but this is the best part. Although, I have been enjoying my new Bob Dylan CD, I bought it at Walmart, Good Old Walmart. Where else can I can purchase kitty food, a CD, cell-phone, underwear and pringles; All in the same place. Just can't beat it. Actually, my recollection of the last five years is kind of blurry. I wish I could say that it was because I was in a coma, or doing serious drugs and partying like a rock star, but alas this is not the case. I could also go into excruciating detail of every dark and scary moment, but I feel that it is best to say that I have been on a journey towards awareness and I am still moving. I have been educating myself on Art and History in order to keep my sanity while at the same time helping my family evolve through one crisis after another. I have been trying to find my place in this materialistic world after being displaced by the crashing economy, oops do not want to talk about that. I like kittens better. Anyway, I think I will end this entry. My serotonin is running low. I say this with a slight smile. I can honestly say...poverty is probably one of the best things that have ever happened to me. It certainly puts things into perspective. Love to anyone who reads this. Not sure when I will be back. Maybe I will see you at Walmart. Sharla

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Awareness

Has it really been two years. Wow What a journey. I love being vague. It means that I have experienced something highly unusual, for me at least. I did ask for it. And I got it. And I think I will spend the rest of my life, trying to explain it.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Who am I? Where am I going? What do I "think" I am doing? I think I am living on a planet with many other humans. Trying to find answers to questions, and I keep finding the same answer... Love, Unconditional, Universal, Love.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Striving to Express Spiritual Perception

Being a poet is about perception. My senses trigger thoughts and feelings. I feel the strongest desire to write when I have just had what I call a spiritual experience. I believe I am a poet because I have these experiences and desire to share them, not because I love to write. Living in this world is what inspires me. Being a poet is about being alive, observing and experiencing the world around me.

Revelation While Mowing the Lawn

I don't believe in God anymore
I know Him.
What a wonderful feeling,
To realize His presence
Within my everyday life.
I do not need to seek Him.
He is already here.
I sense His presence,
Within the light that He shares.

I will spend the rest of my days
Striving to express
What I see and feel
When I am touched by His hand.
In music,
In words,
In a dance.

I don't need faith anymore.
I know He is real.
I have always known,
What I have given religion
A time to kill.

We are one now
Side by side
Glimpse by glimpse
I know now I belong to Him
And His words are truth
Written in my heart
He is my love
My Hope
My dream
My inspiration.

Sharla Leisinger
July 17th 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

My Dark Side

I have a dark side.
I swear that I do.
Sometimes it tries to take over,
I just bow to it gracefully
And say,

"Hello, how are you?
I know you've been here before
And you will visit again.
I know you so well.
I call you my friend.

You can hang around.
I know you will,
Only around the edges
Just enough to keep things real."

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Do Not Look Back!

Today I was praying and asking for supernatural intervention in my life. I guess I have been feeling the darkness closing in a bit since I lost Tucker. I am doing much better counteracting the darkness with light, because I did rescue two beautiful creatures from the animal shelter to help fill the void that Tucker left. This act did help "grey" things up a bit. Anyway, as I was praying, I got a very clear mantra "Don't look Back". I intuitively felt God's spirit saying, "If I part the waters, you must pass through and Do not look back". I realized that there have been many times in my life when I received a miracle, but it slipped away because I would not let go of the past. So this may take some practice, but I am really excited to see what happens.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

My Cat Died

I would like to say that I cried,
But it rymes to well with died,
And it really does not express
How I really feel.
Isn't that the reason I am here?
Writing this in the first place?

I know he is fine
And so am I.
To truly live,
Everything must die.
It is Okay.
He came and he went,
And he shared and he helped
Me get through a tough time.
(I will have to finish later
not because I am sad, but
because the phone won't stop ringing)