Troy Wylie-Hill

Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021

My love tied to need is transactional
It is finite, renegotiable
But to love without need is unconditional
Limitless through time
So let need dissolve in this trust
And set love free
Freed from my cage of need
So that all may feel it
“What more can I give of myself?”

At last, no answer comes.

morning thoughts

#clarity

Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021

Messages from the heart

My heart speaks truth without words
To mind
from hand
To pen
.
A small poem blossoms in a forest of tall tales
Stories my mind has told me
.
It's petals bring light to their shadows
Thank you dear heart
Thank you

listening to the heart and translating with the mind
ode to poem
dedicated to my friend little M for the kindness she shows me

Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021

Question becomes poem becomes prayer

They say that God sees all
But of course…
He sees wonder through my eyes
Hears all sound through my ears
Discerns scent through my nose
Feels another’s touch through my skin
Speaks kindness’s through my lips
Loves unconditionally through my heart
Dreams of peace through my mind
And cries through my tears for the suffering in all souls
.
He writes with this hand
My will be done
On Earth
Within your heart
As it is in Heaven
Within Mine
.
Amen
.

#oneness #awareness #consciousness #god #buddha #prayer

Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021

Free of fear

I watch curiously within
As my fear becomes anger
As my anger becomes suffering
As my suffering becomes learning
As my learning becomes wisdom
As my wisdom becomes freedom
I pause
I notice
Thank you fear, for your gift

a much longer process than a short poem might have you believe

#overcoming #fear

Troy Wylie-Hill Jan 2021

Mirror of self

I wish when you looked in the mirror you saw what I see
You see all that you’re not or could be
Then I’ll try harder to be a better mirror
A kinder mirror
A gentler mirror
So you may know that you are… what I see

self doubt, self judgement, self reflection, self acceptance, self forgiveness

Troy Wylie-Hill Jan 2021

My beautiful friend

You are the restless tattoo of my sorrow
Inked deeper than my skin, deeper than my bone
Your brilliance shines through to my most hidden my most protected depths
Thoughts, emotions... these are no match for you,
They are consumed, obliterated in your wake
Your caress deafens me, shakes my existence
Hold me in those cruel arms, I will not shun you
Let your suffocating presence steal my breath once more

Be calm my beautiful friend
I greet you without fear
I am listening, confide in me
You are welcome here

#cptsd #trauma

Troy Wylie-Hill Jan 2021

Unwritten story

I am a story
written by my own hand
My identify is defined by my stories
When I die I shall become just that
A story
Told by those who knew me in snippets and threads
A concept in memory
But I am more than my stories
I precede them
Without them I remain
The story of my now is unwritten
At least not by my hand