In the moment you will lead
guiding one to move the feet
Open to all possibilities
Bringing forth the love to see
Through your eyes, through our heart.
Tag: poetry
Rapid
The slow ascent
Click, click, click
Of the track.
Moving steadily up
up, up.
To the crest.
Then
Rapid speed
down, around, upside down,
Twisting, turning,
Stomachs churning,
Til it comes to the end
Slowing down
To start again.
Growing Forward
There are moments in time
when we pause, see clearly,
notice the subtle differences
which make us, us.
Those actions, reactions, creations,
Thoughts, trust.
Truth.
Opening us to a new moment.
A chance to change.
The opportunity for growing forward.
Triggering Memories
A pinecone on the floor of the forest. I pause to look at it. Memories flood in.
The year PapPap asked us to collect pinecones so he could build a wreath. Morphing into the scent of the Christmas tree when it first enters the house.
Like a film clip the memories real on. Filling my heart with joy.
Christmas decorating with the kids. How they insist on hanging every ornament on the tree so it looks like someone dumped the whole box of decorations on it. Somehow in that chaos it manages to look beautiful.
Thank you pinecone for the lovely journey of memories from times ago. My walk continues, a little teary eyed for what was, what is, what might become.
The Possibilities Are There
Moving, twisting, turning. Feeling the burning
when the idea forms.
Breaking free. Breaking me. To a new morn.
Open and ready. Beginning brand new.
Holding the words in my heart. Speaking only truth.
The possibilities are there. I am open to them.
Hear the whispers. Feel the words.
See the joy in all that unfolds. Grateful for the life.
Bursting, breathing, quiet seeing. Knowing it is all right.
Love and blessings, đź’• Carrie 2019
It’s A Little Like Flying
The speed picks up. The scene outside starts to blur.
One questions faintly, what have I done.
Then the speed is just right. The plane takes flight.
Gathering more speed as it accends in the sky.
Bluish blurs pass on by. Quiet is in sight.
The captain speaks, briefly, the flight is on track.
Food and drinks make the rounds. All sit back.
The view is spectacular. All below looks so small.
Why can we not see it, from this high view above?
All is very different, yet one can make out a house,
Look a ball field, tiny as a mouse!
The change in perspective gives one this.
A very different view, another twist.
It Was Here All Along
A gentle breeze
A subtle calm
Beneath the clanging banging sounds
The deepest breath
The warmest light
Found within, without the fight
The love of all
Big and small
It was here all along
