Tuesday, December 19, 2017

After a While

After a While
Veronia A. Shoffstall


After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes aheadwith the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn...

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Discovering Magic

Any perception can connect us to reality properly and fully.
What we see doesn't have to be pretty, particularly;
We can appreciate anything that exists.
There is some principle of magic in everything, some living quality.
Something living, something real, is taking place in everything.

- Unknown


Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Pearl of my Heart

pearl of my heart 

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in my dreams
i am of the sea
and you are my most treasured pearl

i hold you,
wrapped, neatly nestled
in the crook of my arm

i am afraid,
that you might slip away, swiftly;
that my grasp is too strong.

in my dreams
i am of the sea
and you are my most treasured pearl

i hold you,
but i know that i cannot
forever hold your beauty with integrity

yet still, i am afraid,
that you may never come home;
that my grasp is not strong enough.

but oh, in my dreams,
dear pearl, you, 
in your shining shell,

you deserve to be free,
to flow in the vastness that be,
to experience eternal possibility

you deserve to be free,
and if you stayed nestled in me,
true love i could never give to thee.


in my dreams
we are of the sea
and we are a most treasured pair

we hold not onto the other
unravelled, perfectly playful
in the magic of water’s flowing form

i am no longer afraid,
that you may never come home;
for my flesh and your shining shell are one

in my dreams
we hold not onto the other

i am no longer afraid.