Meditation

Despite my good intentions, I'm lost in thought,

flitting back and forth between memory and anticipation,

until some incidental sound calls me back home

and I tumble into Now.

When is More too Much?

More might be good,

but when is More too Much?

A little overflow might give rise to something new,

but a flood could leave us worse off than we started...

Shadows of the past

Why let yourself be haunted by the shadows of the past

When the present glows with promise of a future yet unborn?

That golden invitation

Everywhere we look, we find that golden invitation

to go deeper, to explore the tangled beauty 

that lies just beyond our reach.

The constancy between

There are those days when everything goes so well

even the clouds seem to say, "Right on! Good job!"

... and then there are those other days...

When will I learn to find my rest 

in the constancy that lies between the two?

Identity crisis

Some days that label, Artist, 

just feels like some bright bag I wear that doesn't really fit,

and anyone with half an eye can see:

underneath the bright colors and all the artful scribbles

I'm still just only me.

Just in case...

What is it you've been holding onto,

just in case?

When will you have the courage

to trust you won't be needing an escape;

to cut your ties to the past and set it free?