Facing Myself [puente*]

the mirror stands in the cornerreflects an image of how I appear ~ so I greet my Self with a welcome smile ~ knowing tucked deep withinwhat no mirror can reflect, my heart * Read more about this poetic form in an article from Shadow Poetry called Puente. Photo by Taylor Smith courtesy of Unsplash

Karma Dharma

My former Self left me a gift of the karma from previous actions I took some gifts delight me now if I notice others I’d rather just keep in the box If I’m heir to karma from my former Self does my current Self, through my actions today, bequeath new gifts to my future Self, … More Karma Dharma

Taste Time

Don’t save time; be time, taste time Time is inescapable, like gravity and aging, so savor time all along the way  Where is that self I almost forgot I knew? Did I get buried in the ruckus? Drown in the river of busyness?  Maybe if I’m still I can feed on nothing moments overlooked along … More Taste Time

Impermanence

In a studio each day with the corps de ballet Then a teacher for children struggling to read A single mom of a son with no experience with boys Those identities, impermanent  A technical writer penning Help for app users A designer for professors putting courses online A stay-at-home mom while their dad traveled for … More Impermanence

Dear One and Me

When I journal each day I write to a muse I call Dear One Isn’t this Dear One still my Self? Is she not my own writing ego? Aren’t we both the same “I” writing or different personas like a meta-Self?     I did not do the prompt as written today but the poem … More Dear One and Me

Two Me’s

I feel fury rise within me “You’re just wrong” I want to call out My face aflame My breathing tight Full of righteous rage I feel the goodness rise within me “I wish you peace,” I want to call out My eyes gracious My breathing easy Full of lovingkindness How can rage and kindness both … More Two Me’s

Paradox

If I want to live within the peace of Oneness I need to diminish attachment to self by choosing to not choose default viewpoints but allow experience to arise by not choosing to judge letting judgment flow through me without attachment by not choosing to require praise letting criticism flow through me without attachment by … More Paradox

Gift of Solitude

This is the day emerging without any sort of plan a day to make acquaintance again with a self you’d almost forgotten the self you once knew well that’s been covered by the ruckus of doing This is the day drifting to the gentle current of stillness where you hear the solo birdsong backed by … More Gift of Solitude