Ink

Staying still, saying nothing,

Even when I’m dying to.

But Think. Think: Consequences

Before she even attempts

To articulate your thoughts.

When stories come and find you…

Hello friends,

I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…

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Sea the see gals

imageNot sure. Not sure. Not sure. Not sure. Not sure. Knot shur. Note sur. knot chour.

a day to put in a bottle and spin it until everything inside it is all dizzy. Then throw it in the sea and see how far it goes. See the sea gulls. Sea the see gals.

A B.L.U.E. D.R.A.G.O.N.

imageHow could I have known?

About the weather, the either or?

That I would drop my crown

Quiet, suddenly (and slam the door),

Somewhere in town.

I’m sill feeling restless

In the upside of the Downs

But I’m trying to add more stillness

In my life and yours as we are blown

Away from our deck chairs,

The passenger seats.

Electric is the air

I can even feel his heart beats.

The count in between lightning and thunder

Tells us how far the storm is from here

What about the count from the dragon’s lair?

Can you tell if He is near?