Fire Will Feed You – a book of inspirational poetry

There are several amazing options to read this book of original poems written by Carrie, author of Carried Forth. It is available on Kindle and good ol’fashioned paperback.
Please remember to leave a heartfelt review on amazon, after reading and enjoying the beautiful, heartfelt poetry in Fire Will Feed You so other amazing readers know how great the book is. Thank you. đź’• Carrie

Forever Searching For…

Searching for

a feeling of elation.

Nothing more.

Searching for the joy inside

which moves the whole world.

Searching for

the moment when it all aligns just so.

Perhaps it takes a lifetime to find

where I am seeking to go.

If that is true,

I plan to spend this lifetime

doing this…forever searching for the moment

steeped in pure bliss.

Be Still

In stillness one will see.

A quiet breath.

A quiet mind.

Bring it all to be.

How can one be still? There is always so much to be done, and so much I would like to do, how can I be still? Why take time to be stationary? At least, I used to interpret stillness that way.

I do take moments to truly be still and stationary. These moments are brief. Usually no more than fifteen minutes. The moments only run longer if I fall asleep, and yes, I have been known to fall asleep while trying to meditate. Usually because I slept poorly the night before. 

Mainly, I find that the stillness I truly need is a quiet mind which I find can be achieved doing other things that are not stationary. Walking is a great way to practice stillness in motion, as is, yoga or qi gong. I also find cleaning to be helpful as long as the mess is not too overwhelming. Some of my best ideas and inspiration have come while washing a window or sweeping a floor. I feel it is the repetitive motion and the need to be fully present.

Do you practice stillness? If so, how do you practice stillness?

Breakfast With God

I envisioned crapes and berries.

Veggie omelettes and juice.

Pulling out the chair beside you,

I found my favorite tea.

Berries and grapefruit.

Chocolate for a sweet.

You sat with you hands clasped.

Smelling of earth and rain.

Something else familiar,

But hard to explain.

You ate toast

with butter.

Cut at an angle.

I waited for something profound.

It felt like a dream.

Warm fluffy blankets and cozy sunsets.

You spoke of nothing one would think of as important,

But it felt good to converse.

Your eyes sparkled.

We both laughed at the bird waving by the window.

It felt like home.

I really missed home.

The laughter.

The warmth.

The home I kept trying to create here,

but missing it. Muddling it.

Until the longing was so fierce. I called for you.

You answered. We ate and conversed.

I felt whole again.

I trotted off to create that home I always wanted to.

Driving For Me

That moment when the car

pulls off the main road

takes the scenic route to 

the unknown, or slightly known.

It’s freeing and stomach clenching

all at once. God asked 

for a favor. Saying yes is a no brainer,

but the favor is beyond any comfort zone.

It feels like outer space

until the breath is remembered.

Breath in. Breath out.

Alive and well.

He knows I can do this

so here goes. Driving for me.

God’s in the passenger seat.

The sun warm through the open windows.

The birds are loud in the trees.

The road, slightly unknown,

still speaks of dreams.