thankful for Life’s little trips
i woke up this morning
and
fell in Love all over again
i yearn for so much more than
this postcard love
sometimes i just feel like shouting:
HEY YOU!
this heart is an open house
settle on in
and
make yourself at home
how is it that i
live with so much
sadness?
i have lost beauty’s touch
to my eyes
all i see, is broken – crumbling
struggling in this ocean
of grief – bobbing, flailing
i grasp at breath
where have all the stars gone?
why does the moon
hide her face?
loneliness is lonely
sadness is sad
and in this darkness
all i want is
sleep
today new additions
arrived
a goldfish
and
two hermit crabs
“kermit crabs”
from the mouth of my nephew
so now we have ~
a tortoise…named Turtle
a cat
three dogs
two kermit crabs
and a goldfish
not to forget
the family of humming birds
attending to the feeder
out back
or the many
many spiders who have
apparently
decided living with humans
is
the choicest of habitats
i love it!
all these faces of God
for my nephew
to learn to love
today some friends
spoke of heartbreak
as if it were
some horrible thing
and i thought,
how can this be true?
i think of my life as
quite beautiful
and i have never known
a day without it
i listened to this song today and it was like listening to it for the first time. the song is titled, “Pilgrim” and is written by Enya and Roma Ryan. her music can be so sweeping and beautiful, i wonder if listeners are aware of the mindfulness, the awareness, the mysticism within Roma Ryan’s lyrics. great poetry.
peace ~
j
Pilgrim
by Enya
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what’s over
but only where you go.
One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you’re told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.
Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
In you?
Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for pilgrim it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…
funny thing, waiting.
filled with so much not-knowing.
so, we just wait.
so, we just wait.
filled with so much not-knowing.
funny thing, waiting.
today i died a thousand times
in contemplating your love
like a thousand suns in feverish passion
burning to their end
i died
and the world was blinded
in the wake of our union
smiles and tears everywhere
