Has it really been two years.
What a journey.
I love being vague.
It means that I have
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.
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
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.
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.
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)
I lay on my side in the daybed, drinking a cup of green tea, with my grandmothers quilt covering me and a twenty pound, longhair, grey tabby laying at my feet. His name was Lucky and he was my protector. I was finally finished with the radiation treatments and it was time to reflect, on life I suppose. I sat the cup of tea down on the table next to the bed and a ladybug found her way to its edge. I began watching her make her way around the edge of my tea cup. She just kept going around and around. I felt sympathy for her because I have been there myself. Not on the edge of a tea cup, but going around in circles just the same. She could not see very far and I am sure the cup seemed huge and there was no end to it. There were no corners to turn, no left, no right, no up or down. I lay there, just watching her, wondering how many times she would keep traveling around the edge. Then in one moment she flew away, off to another exploration I suppose. I was so excited for her and for me, because I knew that I was spreading my wings and flying off to begin a new exploration also. Thank you little ladybug where ever you are for inspiring me to let go of my endless journey and fly away to a new land.