Life So Real ~ Poetry: restless nights

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

restless nights

i notice the moonlight
shining on my bed
a restless night
thoughts racing thru my head

not worries or fears
just illusions, fantasies, dreams
sometimes close to tears
my spirit worn at the seams

i’m tired
yet my brain so awake
peace, stillness so desired
lullabies for my own sake

please…let me feel the connection
light filling my soul
calming the constant reflections
that i may awaken once again feeling whole

the journey of poetry

"...a spiritual journey is a lot like a poem. You don't merely recite a poem or analyze it intellectually. You dance it, sing it, cry it, feel it on your skin and in your bones. You move with it and feel its caress. It falls on you like a teardrop or wraps around you like a smile. It lives in the heart and the body as well as the spirit and the head."

Sue Monk Kidd
When the Heart Waits

the journey of words...

sometimes they come as a gift; the words flowing into my mind at odd moments and i'm forced to repeat them over and over until i can quickly write them down on scraps of paper. it's like they're so excited to be discovered that they write themselves and i am just the vessel through which they become manifest...

and other times it's like a game of hide and seek. they give me a clue, an idea, but the harder i try to find them, the more they elude me. they want to be found, but they enjoy the game. and so i wait patiently, catching glimpses of them here and there. Until one day, maybe weeks or months later, they are comfortable enough to come out of hiding, finding the perfect moment to create themselves...