Staying still, saying nothing,
Even when I’m dying to.
But Think. Think: Consequences
Before she even attempts
To articulate your thoughts.
Ink
words
Silence
Brown bird, on the fence
Say nothing, stay still.
A mindset, a stream.
Breathe deep, change the lens
No sliding down hill.
Life is but a dream.
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…
Sea the see gals
Not 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.
How 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?
