Writing poetry healed me, may it bless you with the power to do the same for yourself…
Struggling alone, is there anything so utterly frightening? Many claim that there is help out there, but not everyone stumbles on the right pathway for themselves. When you are in the dark, let these poetic mirrors reflect so much love back at you, that you find it for yourself, in the place where it already exists… deep within your own body, mind and heart.
Most recent poems published:
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Who Are You?
When you are all alone, Who are you? Is there a person, That nobody else sees? Read more
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How Often Can You Die?
Can you let yourself die in every moment? Burn to ash, Only to be simultaneously reborn? Hold not a thing that comes your way, Let it work you, Experience it fully, presently, Then watch it fade into memory… Read more
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Be Present, Be Still
Can you sit still with yourself? Is your heart at peace? Is there a quiet inside or are you trapped inside your own life limiting hell? What’s going on there, inside of you? Read more
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Through the Eyes of Babes
I love the worlds of children, So full of magic, wonder and awe. Can you see through their eyes? Before knowledge, labels, judgements? Before a world made up of words? Read more
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Life Flows
Life flows, But we keep things. Things meant as a passing moment have no place in staying with you, Shaping the experience of the present moment, They should be allowed to fade into the past… Read more
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All is Unknown
The future is utterly unknown. It lays there before you, Uncontrollable. Unpredictable. Full of infinite possibility. With an open and trusting heart, The future opens, Release the illusion of control… Read more
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Seasons of Life
You cannot escape the seasons of life… Autumn will come to lay you bare, Allow the leaves to fall, Do not cling to that which no longer belongs. Read more
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A World Without Words
Live in a world without words, Just a seeing of all that passes, No labels, no symbols, Just a pure experiencing. Words, polarities, the confines of all in existence. Can you see past the word? Read more
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No One Knows A Thing
What is it to live? No one bloody knows. If they tell you they do, turn about, for they are lost to some story, some dream. Who am I? Neither can this be known. Read more
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When I Am Not Here
When I am not here, Someone wondrous here comes, A presence of Peace, A being of Love… Read more
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The Timeless Now
Now is timeless, A moment that cannot be caught, Only disrupted by a thought… Read more
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