Crossed

Cross

Photo by Kim Nelson Malaga, Spain

 

Crossed and double-crossed
We bear it
Eyes lifted
Above trampled, bloodied ground
Toward Heavens
Skies abound, surround
And we tread on

Looking inward
Knowing
We are going
Home

Thank you, Grace!

Hard Earned

Hard Earned / Learned
Lessons

In the past
If someone gave me a satin robe
Emblazoned with my name
Presented a rope-ringed mat
Stools in opposing corners
Then rang a bell

Conditioned
I’d jump in

Now, on a good day,
No matter the gift, set-up, challenge
I return to my mantra
May you be happy
May you be well
May you be free from suffering

And may I be, too.

Channeling Grace
I walk away
from the ring

 

* Guided Loving Kindness Meditation
*Shared at Poets United

Black Dog Melancholia

Black Dog Melancholia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black dog melancholia

Seems to be
My natural state
I hate
that fact

I want to be all bright colored
Orange, Lime, Grapefruit, Pink
Apparently emanating a sweet citrus smell
And I work HARD toward that end

But some days
Exhausted
I wish I was comfortable
Nestled in the BlueGloom
So that life
Need not be
So effortful

But I’m not
So I put it forth
Searching for a way
To “STAY!” then walk away
From the black dog

*written to share in The Garden