The memory of you grows fainter
with each passing day,
your smile growing distant.
I cherish the way
the crinkles round your eyes
and mouth light me up,
yet they are dimming,
like twilight into night.
I long to hear your laugh,
like the gentlest rainstorm
pouring through me.
Night stretches on;
an old weight gathers
beneath my ribs.
I hoped you’d always be
right by my side,
but nothing lasts forever, my love.
A little poem I wrote last night about the one you miss. Mj
remember the first time
you brushed the hair back
from my eyes
it was one of those fever-hot days last July
sand covered our bronzed, bare feet
you leaned into me, your kisses all heat;
i could barely breathe
we were burning alive
you were the blue,
always changing like the tide
born to love me with all the grace
of a blooming sunrise,
my morning star
we kept burning alive
sun and sand,
wind through the palms
we moved together,
in sweet surrender
day and night
i loved you for eternity,
my evening song
we burned through the night
the tiny murmur in my heart
became a whisper, and the whisper grew to be a wail until
the wail became a moan; the moan reminds me that you are no
longer here; the tourniquet has stilled the spill ’round my grieving heart,
yet has done nothing to remove the memory of you from my pounding head, so i will
write and write another day until the moan becomes a wail, and
the wail softens into a whisper, and the whisper once again becomes
a tiny murmur, then there will be nothing but silence to
remind me that you are no longer here
—Sometimes the feeling of loss is so visceral. Mj
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For alter, home, or sacred space.
Cast a circle if that is part of your practice.
By sacred breath and will divine
I cast this circle, draw the line
Here I am safe, here I am found–
Within these walls, now hallowed ground.
May love take root and passion flame,
Magick rise and speak its name.
Let humor dance through every room,
To lift the heart and chase the gloom.
Live well, my dear, within this space,
A haven forged in time and grace.
Where dreams take wing and hope may rest,
A sacred hearth where all feels blessed.
From shadow’s grip, the past released,
Old fears unbound, their hold now ceased.
New seeds are sown in fertile soul,
To bloom in light, to make me whole.
With every breath, let blessings flow,
As peace and solitude softly grow.
So may it be–by flame and sea,
By sky, by stone, by will in me.
✨ It is done. It is sealed. And, so it is. ✨
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show me the way
to the path less thorny
where the waters are hushed
and my mind soft
where a quiet corner waits
away from the grind
and I can sit without worry
there I feel at home,
nestled under a sky crowded
with stars, the moon suspended,
the heavens unfastened wide
on the path less thorny
I live another life
time flows gently
and I am strong again
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What to do when the answer’s unclear,
when clarity is obscured,
knowing that the wrong decision could
unravel everything.
Oh, the anxiety that spins me
round and round!
It leaves me unraveled.
A terrible pounding fills my head,
and breath catches
somewhere between my ribs
in spasms of fear and doubt
Still I must go forward,
for perhaps there is no right or wrong,
only what is,
what might be.
May the clouds lift
and the sun promise
a day without panic.
Be patient, my dear,
do not fret,
for the answer is near.
Though it may not be
the one you want,
it is the one you need.
Rosy morning sunlight scatters
as I walk the path of memories,
yearning to recover what is lost.
You must sense it too;
we have known each other
in other worlds,
perhaps past lifetimes.
A loss that aches, buried
deep within my marrow;
yet some ancient part
of me remembers what even
the absence of memory
cannot erase.
You walk beside me and know all of
my shadows, sending light to the dark
corners of my heart.
With you I am home.
Across dimensions, light years,
the expanse of time;
wherever you are, I am home.
I know it to be true.
Drømmefanger by Kalandra. Drømmefanger translated means “dreamcatcher.”
in the quiet of the morning,
my heart open wide
the wind softly whispers
let go, let go my child
yesterday was heavy
a heart full of sorrow,
your troubles, far too many
for any human to hold
follow the light of the sun
for it will always rise
rest a while in its warmth and promise
and leave your sorrow to the skies
The Sun is the source of all life on Earth. It represents optimism and abundance. It radiates with warmth and vitality. The Sun also represents creativity. Sunflowers, one of my favorite flowers, represent happiness, loyalty, and longevity. Young sunflowers move to face the sun, thus the name, “sunflower.” Perhaps, that’s why I’m drawn to them 🙂
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What is this tiny ache
that swells
behind my heart?
A worry, sorrow, dismay?
Please let it soon depart!
How restless are my days,
wondering what is yet to come.
Roads closing into silence,
every step undone.
Where is this life of ease
that others swear exists?
It flickers like illusion,
always just out of reach.
If I could trust myself enough
to quiet all my fears,
perhaps this ache inside my chest
would finally disappear.
my dear friend, the raven,
has a certain kind of MAGICK
dressed in black from head to tail,
has a flair for the dramatic
such a sooty bird is he,
flying fast on graceful wingbeats
watch him dive across the sky
an aerial acrobat and artful spy
fills the blue with an echoing croak
he’s a brilliant trickster under cloak
see him vividly in my dreams,
casting charms as i sleep
bringing change and ancient wisdom
reminds me of all i am to become
there’s a mossy little creek
where i like to sit and think
a shallow slope to mull and dream,
where glossy water babbles midstream
i skip barefoot ‘cross the river stones
earth and fire in my bones,
behold the current gently flow,
carrying my dreams safely home
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i hear Nature summoning
run wild through the trees,
taste my youth on the tip of my tongue
at home in this body, in this evening breeze
a midnight stroll through the green,
to exorcise the ache
howling fiercely at the moon
like some secret language
shadow of trees and cloak of leaves–
a romance the dark nourishes,
as though turning the pages of this life,
and
the
windy
path
diverges
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dream me a dream
where peaceful waters flow
wading barefoot through the ripples,
time moving slow
dream me a dream
of misty painted raindrops
leaving stains upon my skin
like white velvet polka dots
dream me a dream
of wind whistling through the pines
the scent of green lingers,
the drowsy clouds sigh
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listen to the soughing of
the weeping willow tree
bending gently with the wind,
swaying as she pleases
sallow leaves drift elegantly
velvet twigs of green and brown
sweeping always, bending low
to kiss the earthy ground
she stands with pride, fluidity
a brave, bold soul is she
can stand against the strongest wind
yet give pollen to the bees
let us honor her in stillness,
her beauty give us breath
may she dwell beside the mossy pond
her crown to always bloometh
Dance of the North by Joanne Shenandoah, who was of the Oneida Indian Nation. This song was played during a music therapy conference I attended today. It was played in a training using Guided Imagery & Music, a specific type of music therapy. I fell in love with the song, which inspired this poem.
We had a beautiful weeping willow tree in our backyard when I was a kid. I watched it grow until its crown grew to be beautiful and full. It gave me much joy and wonder over the years.
the moon decided to eclipse today
the fair sun along its merry way
between the earth and brightest star
a path predestined from afar
a phenomenal sight to behold
another not to occur for years, I’m told
though not on the path of totality
awed nonetheless by our Celestial Galaxy
a time to awaken, heal and expand
set your intentions, expect the grand
life is too short, we have only today
live with intention, live to play
for work is a necessity, will always be there
but a life well lived, truly one cannot spare
All right, so this is not the best poem, but i felt moved to honor the solar eclipse today. And, I wrote it during my lunch break, lol. I went for a walk at 11:11am, the peak of the eclipse in my area, and there was a couple sitting on the curb, trying to catch a glimpse of the eclipse with a metal strainer. They were talking with a stranger, who just so happened to have eclipse glasses. He let each of us borrow them. I saw the eclipse, and it was the coolest thing ever! I’ve never seen any eclipse in real time, and this will probably be the only solar eclipse I see in my lifetime, as the next one won’t occur until 2044 or 2045. So it was really special! Cheers! I hope you were able to enjoy the solar eclipse.
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for miles and miles
nothing but blue,
my glassy reflection
cast by the fair moon
let me swim your depths
and befriend the whales,
ride the stoic waves,
set to sail
as though on wings
spun of golden light,
and all in the world
is peaceful and quiet
there’d be no more sorrow,
save delight,
I’m warmed by a canopy
of falling stars, a scattered night
sing with me world,
sing of ocean’s majesty
united together
in perfect rhapsody
Hymn by Karl Jenkins, sung by a female chorus and from the album Adiemus-Songs of Sanctuary. The whole album is absolutely beautiful. I thought this piece caught the spirit of this poem. It takes you to a whole different world. Enjoy.
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Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 