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Poetry

Dissolved

I am a body.

But I am dissolved

by the blinding light

of destiny.

Here I spin,

longing to escape

the heavenly dream

that hurtles through the soft

and quick

of me.

Catch me, hold me still.

Oh, the aching,

catch me.

Hold

me

still.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 28. Darling Dreamers

In the arms of the rippling blue night,

the darling dreamers

sing

to the Gypsy song of yesterday.

And with a gaze:

tomorrow?

And with a kiss:

yes.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 2: Darling Is The Dream

Darling is the dream of waking up beside you,

knowing the world is perfectly still

for one single breath of mine.

And when sleep comes once more, meet me in the sky between us;

hold me by that darling river of ours,

until the sunrise brings you back to my day.

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Darling.

Darling is the dream of you.

Darling is the everlasting dream

of you.

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Life

To Dream

Where is this life that I cannot catch,

that springs and curls like the loveliest vine

around the spirit of me.

The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean.

The sand is warm between my toes, and I am on my way home.

To a new life.

A new hope.

A new dream:

to be all that I can be.

Love. Creativity. Inspiration.

Here I am.

Here I am.

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Poetry

Princess

When I was a princess,

all I wanted

was to be a girl.

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Life

Let Them Come

To the weary traveler of life:

No wonder you are tired.

You have been running

for so long

away from the dreams that chase you.

Let them come.

Let them fall into you

and let the river have them do

whatever they will do

to your ready and waiting heart.

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Life

Living In The Now

I just found a letter from an ex-boyfriend, tucked away in a little box covered in cartoon reindeers dressed as christmas elves. My goodness. Isn’t it the most amazing thing— to find little pieces of the past that take you right back in time, and ask you to dive into certain memories and feel them all over again.

In the letter, my boyfriend of the time had mentioned that he’d just watched the movie When Harry Met Sally, and he marvelled at how similar my personality was to Meg Ryan’s character. How funny! Only recently I was told that very same thing by a friend who knows the now version of me. I mustn’t have changed all that much in fifteen or so years, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. We’ll just go with: it totally is, okay guys.

It’s interesting. Only yesterday, coming down the mountain, I mulled over the idea of living in the present moment; thinking of the benefits, but also thinking of the fact that this now moment also restricts the human experience in certain ways. The memories, for instance. Beautiful memories that play in the mind like a movie, and play in the heart like the sweetest song.

The past does not exist in the present moment. Nor does the future. And yet such colour can be found in the times and places that once lived a moment of their own, moments that now only exist if a person chooses to allow them to resurface as conscious thought.

There’s also the matter of daydreaming— every dreamer’s staple diet. To live in the present moment is surely to rob those that identify as ‘a dreamer’ of a major part of their core essence, meaning, I suppose, that ‘a dreamer’ really would no longer identify as ‘a dreamer’ at all (omg, say it isn’t soooo!)

I guess the question I’m asking is: is the elimination of ego and identity entirely necessary, in order to live a happy, enlightened-ish life. Is it? I don’t know, I’d be interested in hearing some of your perspectives on this because I’m still a little on the fence.

Anyway, I’ve waffled on a bit there, haven’t I. I just think it’s kind of a fascinating idea, living in the moment. There is no denying that there really is such power in living for the now. Every piece of a person’s soul is present and available to be used, whereas, living in the past or future kind of scatters a person’s soul, causing it to technically be somewhere else (back then, or, someday.)

Have I absolutely confused you with all the existential rambling? Probably, and I hope not. I just think it’s an area of spirituality and mindfulness that’s a little bit restrictive to the human experience, depending on which way you look at it. It’s an idea I’ve been pondering of late, so I thought I’d share it with you guys and see what you think.

To live in the moment, or not to live in the moment. That is the question.

My answer is: ‘Umm…I dunno.’

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Poetry

The Song Of You

To be brave is to know there is hope.

And to know there is hope is to know

that dreams can come true—

as long as you remember to dream them.

Wish with all your heart, little girl.

Fly your longing into the sun.

Be only you

for

only you.

It is then that your world will flow as it should.

Be brave, little girl.

Your heart doesn’t beat to be silenced.

Let it beat.

Let it play the song of you.

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Life

Something’s Coming

Something is coming

that will make us smile.

It’s easy to forget, isn’t it—

that smiles always come back around again,

even when we think they’re gone for good.

It’s okay to forget.

The universe will always remind us, someway, somehow.

Like now, for instance.

Here we are, remembering together:

Something’s coming.

Something has always been coming.

Hasn’t it?

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Life

The Deep End Of Me

If I love you:

Today, you feel like all the pink clouds in my sky.

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If I miss you:

Today, I ache for what we make the world when we are together.

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If I know you:

Today, I see every inch of your universe; inside, outside, below and above.

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If I’m upset with you:

Today, you are the one black rock among a sea of white.

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Today, I feel everything and all of us.

Today, I am swimming in the deep end of me.

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