week twenty-eight

can you see the end
at the beginning
can you know the finale
when you start
can you learn the lessons
before the trials
or somehow just know
things are right in your heart?

i can imagine the end
at the beginning
i can plan for the finale
at the start
i know what lessons i'll learn
from these trials
and i have come to trust
that things are right in my heart.

week twenty-seven

she looks out at the open world in front of her
there is no path 
there is no known trail 
there is no guide
but she steps forward...
she looks down at the open hand in front of her
there is no guarantee 
there is no known ending 
there is no certainty
but she holds on tight...

that is tangible courage you know~
jumping before the net appears
she is brave.  

inspired by the current emotion being explored over at Scrapbooking from the Inside Out!  :)  

June

what?  can it be??  the month of june has come and gone??  well, these are some of my favorite self-portraits yet.  although, i wasn't quite able to write the poems to go with them.  its been a rough month... stagnant a little bit creatively.  but i promise there will be poems accompanying all these portraits... i promise myself mostly. 
thanks again for all of your continued support.  please feel free to comment and let me know you were by for a look.  :)

1. week | twenty-three , 2. week | twenty-four, 3. week | twenty-five , 4. week | twenty-six

week twenty-six

almost swept away 
by the brisk wind coming in off the lake
and its words whispered to me 
from behind.
my soul is tossed 
this way and that 
by the power of its wisdom. 
i am cognitive and cornered 
drawn out and enticed by my own desires
STOP
i try to scream back 
but my screams cannot be heard 
over the roar of the wind
and its backlash of memories. 
i am left wounded...
but there 
through the mists of the early morning rain 
i see a hand reaching out for me 
and know
that after i take that first step toward it
it will grasp hold of me 
and help me get to safety.

week twenty-five

 i have found a way 
to live forever
i have found a way 
to feel always safe
i have found a way 
to dance with abandon 
i have found a way 
to see my own beauty

in their memories 
i can live forever
in their hands and hearts 
i can feel always safe
in our shared friendship
i can dance with abandon 
and in their eyes
i can see my own beauty

week twenty-four

there belongs to me 
a moment ~ this moment
a sigh, perhaps
a deep, slow breath 
a heartbeat
in which i reside -- complete 
the fullness of all my past lives 
meets the emptiness of the future
and the days i have left to fill
the lines i have left to write
it is brief
and passes by sometimes before i even know it
but there are other times when i can catch it
when i can sit back and look at it
marvel at its wisdom 
and its innocence 
be fully submerged in it
bask in its beauty and knowledge


there belongs to me
a moment ~ this moment
where in the stillness i hear
my own heartbeat
and believe now is the moment to live.

week twenty-three

the eager sound of rain
suspended in my soul again...
i find shelter in the dreams of none
though you wouldn't guess it.
this soft hand touched my shoulder 
and turned my view
and it surprised me with its newness.
i never knew could happen twice 
i was lucky enough for once. 
it is not too good to be true
but so true that it is not good.
i am falling into these hidden eyes 
and wishing someone would catch me 
before its too late for regrets.
there are words of wishing
and words of knowing 
and these are the words i share.