Your words make me wonder why this is so, why do we fall to poetry when we fall in grief, in the attempt to survive, when we fall in love. Perhaps it is bc it is easier to sing than speak, maybe bc it is easier to string a few words together than to form full sentences, maybe bc poetry is the true language of the heart, simple, essential, more silent than chatty. Maybe. Thank you Mesa. Your love shines even brighter these days. Maybe this is the sweet payback for loss. Our heart grows to surthrive the darkness. Maybe.
Mesa - your energy, passion, heartache come through strong. A poet absolutely lives. That is what Andrea has been teaching us, and how well we are learning 🤍
When I left myself
To find a way
Death came so quickly
I didn’t really notice.
I brought others with me
A journey into the unknown
Dropped down into a place that
Had felt so strange
Yet…
Life was the light that shown
So brightly there.
Salty air & sound
That licked the deep wounds.
Of a thousand lifetimes
That lived inside this body.
Mine.
Resurrected.
Nurtured back into Breath.
A quickening
Of body, of mind, of sprit.
I was aware.
Light oozed from every corner
And shadow I avoided
Became a blanket.
I learned the Way.
Love embraced my every step
Into my new
Birth.
Human to the core
Free to laugh & love.
Joy is our birthright.
Death is only a way-station.
Absolutely beautiful, Lisa. I have goosebumps and chills. Just stunning. Thank you so much. <3
Thank you Mesa! I have many with more to come!
To seeing with our poet heart eyes as often as we possibly can 💕💕🪽
All the yes to that, Holly 😍😍😍
This is absolutely gorgeous 🩵🩵
Thanks so much, Grace 🩵
Your words make me wonder why this is so, why do we fall to poetry when we fall in grief, in the attempt to survive, when we fall in love. Perhaps it is bc it is easier to sing than speak, maybe bc it is easier to string a few words together than to form full sentences, maybe bc poetry is the true language of the heart, simple, essential, more silent than chatty. Maybe. Thank you Mesa. Your love shines even brighter these days. Maybe this is the sweet payback for loss. Our heart grows to surthrive the darkness. Maybe.
I love you. This I am sure. xo
Love you, Danni. I think you might be right- our hearts grow to survive the darkness. 🩵🩵🩵
sur-thrive 💓
I love the turn of a poet dying to a poet living so, SO MUCH. Thank you for your wide open heart- it's beautiful to behold.
Mesa - your energy, passion, heartache come through strong. A poet absolutely lives. That is what Andrea has been teaching us, and how well we are learning 🤍
Thank you, Shaista <3 Xoxo
I see you friend. Joining you in letting the words fall out ❤️
WANDER
Let your mind wander
To the places you will go
People you will see
Dreams you will realize
Let your body wander
To adventures undiscovered
Mountains yet to be climbed
Horizons to be explored
Let your soul wander
Back to
The joy you deserve
The wonder and awe of being
The expansion of discovery-HMW
Heidi, this is so beautiful. Thank you. "Let your soul wander/back to/ the joy you deserve".. I love this so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Thank you for seeing me! It warms my heart to know these words landed especially as Debby Doubter rears her ugly head. ❤️
WRITING
is a sacramental act,
alone sitting still
on sun-soaked
stones
listening to a bounding
stream
washing great blocks
of boulders
clean.
Peter - thank you for this. You took me right to the place I needed to be. Beautiful. <3 Thank you!!!! Xoxo
You are most welcome Mesa.
I’m glad this resonates!
Mesa!!!
This is the best part ll
Living in hips rights next to you.
I love you and your poems.
I love you!!! Thank you sweet friend. <3 Glad to be next to you in this life. <3 Xoxo