It took but an instant
for her to inhabit my thoughts
and evict my sleep
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
A first glimpse of sun
warm to my skin after a rainy spell
That familiar slice of pie
the best ever tasted
A shared moment
to reside within me forever
So that glimpse
that touch
that taste
that moment
renders my heart flooded
my flesh replenished
And I am left
grateful
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
we are all different
yet striving to be the same
such a sad predicament
causing so much pain
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
I love the sound
of warm sunshine!
Closing my eyes,
I make the sounds mine.
The sunny day sounds;
so beautiful to hear.
Bees humming dutifully -
far and near.
Other small creatures
are heard everywhere,
in the muffled ambience
of lukewarm air.
I so enjoy listening
to the clear blue sky,
and the few puffy clouds
drifting lazily by.
I hear all the magnificent
hues of blue;
reminding me of memories
created with you.
When listening closely
to the rustling trees;
I can differ the sounds
of all kinds of leaves.
Insects doing their magic
down on the pond,
Flying about in circles
like magic wands.
I hear the salty scent
of nearby seas,
brought here just for me
by a mellow slow breeze.
These are the days
that keep me alive,
as do the others -
when I hear myself strive.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Life must go on,
and strives to do so.
Tho mine shall end,
I did my part in prevailing it;
In this I am content
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
Not mine, but truly beautiful - and exactly how I believe things should be - not only love - but life, work, self-esteem, everything.
"Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty."
-Courtney A. Walsh
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
To all ye friends,
both young and old;
May soon some warmth
replace the cold.
May this last year be
the worst we ever had.
May cheerful tidings
replace all the sad.
From all of us here
with the loudest cheer:
The very best wishes
of a happy new year!
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
The purpose of dreams is to inspire -
inspiration for direction and aim.
They are meant to become memories,
and not to remain
in vain.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
Pins turn in to pillars,
lightbeams burst open clouds-
Cold wakes into warm -
night morning allows.
Slowly awakens the life that surrounds.
Stillness of dark lightens up into sounds.
A new day is churning,
just as yesterday had vowed-
Rejoice the wonder - rejoice out loud!
Morning
Day
Evening
Night
Time's everlasting merry-go-round
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC