evocative muse

class

washed of color
not lost of light
grays sharpen
black defines
whites fade
discovering
one’s focus

uncover
the truth
that is lost
in the kaleidoscope of life
take away
the brilliance
the brightness
let
dullness unfold
revealing
a matte

change – oh yes it will

reset
&
retune
let the baggage
and commotions
imbalances
and disharmony
of the past
be that
the past

flowing away
with the outgoing tide

energizing
under the full moon
breathing change
visualizing

let the light shine

slowly
ever so slowly
roll into your day

with the realization

some are meant for rain
whether from the sky
or
your heart

others are meant for tears
whether from joy
or
sorrow

paramount
are the

endurance

a forgotten time
a displaced space
neglected
then ignored
the history
washed away in the waves

yet they stood
weathered
and torn
with a strength
no one foresaw

the elements testing
fortitude

you
are secretly aware
of the inner might
that quietly

stream

discover your meaning
no thinking
no direction
no inflections
no reactions

the result
astoundingly
empowering

find your flow
the stream
is a formidable
force

no longer masking pain
with band-aids that
won’t stick
the water

Wednesday’s malaise

was it the wrong side of the bed
that started the day
as if your out of step
the feet seem to work
as you mull about
but
something ain’t right
not battling
a cold or flu
can’t say it’s the blues
but