Poetry

You Can’t Pour from an Empty Cup

In the rush of life, we often forget  /
To pause, to breathe, and simply reset /  
We give and we give, till there's nothing to spare /
Leaving ourselves with hollowed-out care 

A mess of rope

How did it get to this? You've been neglecting your duties, sailing with your hands off the wheel. Who mans the ship?

32 Days

In the garden of my being, seasons dance and sway, Each phase a delicate bloom in its destined way.

Power

The release and let go /
The ebb and the flow /
The emotions arise /
Be still, acknowledge, and let go

Monsters

If you look for monsters /
You will surely find them— /
Simple stringy ones /
To start /
Cute with saucer eyes /
And dripping needle teeth

She Calls Me

The sea, a paradox profound and wide /
In whispers soft, in roaring tide /
She cradles dreams in her gentle sway /
Yet fiercely claims what’s in her way

That Black Dress

This black dress bears the marks of time /
A poignant part of sorrow’s rhyme /
It speaks of loss, but also grace /
A gentle, dignified embrace

Earth’s Whisper

Pachamama, mother of all /
Her heartbeat resonates, a primal call /
In each drop of rain and every grain of sand /
Her spirit dances, vibrant and grand

She is Wild & Free

In the depths of her eyes, a universe untamed /
Where constellations of dreams softly flamed /
Her spirit, unbridled, like rivers that flow /
Through valleys and canyons where wildflowers grow.

Healing & Seeing Through Poetry

Poetry also allows me to approach the painful in myself, to gently explore it, understand its underlying quality, to uncover the shapes of grief or anger hidden beneath a difficult event or feeling. It allows the discovery of the nature of what I am trying to approach - to understand that “it is like this”, “it is like that” is incredibly helpful - it allows for greater insight.