Hearts and Healing

It broke my heart.
It broke my heart to have to move away from you because I was losing myself.
It broke my heart.
It broke my heart to understand that my heart needed to be broken by you.
It broke my heart.
It broke my heart to not feel strong enough to save you.
It broke my heart.
It broke my heart, I don't blame you, I don't blame me...
It broke my heart
It broke my heart and scattered it into the universe.

It's sad to think I will always be alone, but not as sad as it was when I first thought it... the pain subsides as the reality sets in. And through all this I smile and feel more love for ALL than I have ever felt in my life.

A broken heart, healing is a gift from God.

Scorpions - Wind of change

Illusion's Mirror

Do not fall for me
I am not what will replenish you,
I am an illusion built in to remind you,
Do not fall for me,
I will not be able to give you what you need,
I am just a rumination of you.
Do not fall for me,
I am not worthy of such divine love,
In the looking glass of life.
Do not fall for me,
I can’t pick you up.
I am only an expression of you.
Do not fall for me
I am only a mirror,
Reflecting you,
Illusion.

Weave the Cocoon

Women,
We wind our cocoon so tightly, engulfing our little ones and living in peace as we create our children’s lives,
We hold everyone so close and let go of our self so much that we forget who we are.
This is how it should be.
Winding the threads of our nest, knitting and sewing and encircling and feeling the joy of the moment.
We thrive, we weave, we thread, we get lost in our ability to create our nest.
Forever the weavers of dreams, hopes, love, happiness, fulfillment, enlightenment.
Not for ourselves, but for those around us,
Those that we “love”,
Those that we hold dear.
We can do this for anyone, but we choose to weave our nests tightly,
Encompassing the ones we focus our attentions on,
Encompassing everyone that we see,
Encompassing the world,
Encompassing the universe,
Encompassing our self
Again,
Rinse and repeat.

Khalil Gibran "The Prophet"

Brown Door

The Brown Door
There is a brown door that separates the us from the them.
We have been on both sides of that door.
We have lived on both sides of that door.
We have cried on both sides of that door.
We have learned, there are no us and them,
It’s just a door, and it can open.
There is a brown door that separates the us from the them.
It doesn’t separate the pain.
It doesn’t separate the strain.
It doesn’t separate the brain.
We’ve been on both sides of that door,
We can turn the handle,
We can push the door open,
We can step over the threshold,
Come on over,
Let’s hug.
It’s scary on both sides.
To our understanding,
That’s the key.
It doesn’t have to be.
Just Push.

Weep Like A Willow

Do not weep for me Weeping Willow
Weep for the long years of suffering
Weep for the misunderstandings of why we are here,
Weep for the lost and the broken
Weep for the loves lost
Weep for the earth and the flowers and the trees

Weep for the sky we torture with our blindness
Weep for the river we pollute with our carelessness
Weep for the ground we abuse with our emptiness
Weep for the animals we kill, including ourselves
You stand so lovely and silently weeping,
I touch you and you are cold,
Alone, Weeping and Cold
And yet you stand,
A tribute in how to weep.
I will Weep like a Willow.

Music to my Inbox

I am the conductor of the copier orchestra,
Just watch my masterful touch.

The copier plays its scanning tunes with a flick of my wrist,
to lead the notes and such.

Jam sessions rock my socks.
It's music delights my in box.