The entrance to heaven
revealed itself
in my backyard.
After the rain
a sentinel of palms
led the way.
An underbelly of
orange pink yellow
beneath ashes of clouds
a bird of paradise
hopeful in its call
to lift my head
look up
to an emerging blue sky.
The sunset reminded me there are the inevitable endings, but in the ‘letting go’ there are also beginnings.
This poem is dedicated to Michele Serros and all my friends I’ve lost throughout the years.
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For the last six weeks, I’ve brought my cellphone to bed with me.
Sounds weird, but what I’m really bringing is meditation from Deepak Chopra and Susan Piver of the Open Heart Project.
Meditation has been a tremendous help in easing stress.
Last night, I stumbled upon a series, Healing with the Masters, that I really enjoyed.
The featured one, a free meditation, was quite new to me. The audio was from Raquel Spencer, who works on connecting with your higher self, body energy, and vibration.
I know, sounds so ‘new agey,’ but I can only tell you my experience.
It was awesome, I felt refreshed, slept very well and found it stimulated creativity.
I woke, in the middle of the night, reach for my cell and jotted down words in my notes section.
Although I don’t feel broken hearted or grief-stricken, these are the words that came to me last night:
I kiss my grief
and long for you
undeserving as that may be
A plague of memories
chases me
until I stop
examine each
A waste of kisses
the grief mine
for trusting you
once again.
Have an adventurous week.
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