Everybody Messes Up

Everybody Messes Up

 

Everybody messes up

We all make mistakes

At some point we all lose our way

We make choices that hurt us

And do things we regret.

But the sun always rises, and

New days begin.

With them comes the chance to

Start over again.

Opportunity to love,

To take our mistakes

And find the lessons.

We have the ability

To turn lost roads and

Wrong turns into

New maps and round-a-bout ways.

Every breath brings hope

For a better today,

To let go of the past

And give in to the way

Of the heart.

 

Messing up is an important part of life if we let it be. If we work with our messes instead of letting them drag us down we can grow immensely.

*This is actually a long poem that I am going to split into three posts, so stay tuned for the next two days for the rest of it.

How do you deal when you mess up?

Lamplights

 

Lamplights

 

Notes of a piano

Disrupt the quiet night air,

Drifting down an empty street.

I walk alone.

Huddled against the cold

Wrapped in layers

Looking to the sky

Coming up with only clouds.

Columns of light

Fall across the sidewalk

From lonely street lamps.

Left to ward off darkness

Sentinels of the night

Left useless in the glaring light of day.

They hold the stories

Silently watching

Nighttime wanderers,

Shedding light on

Those who pass through their reach.

 

I’m always fascinated by lights in the night, whether stars or streetlights, lamps or candles. There is just something beautiful about any kind of light at night. I relish and appreciate the darkness but a small light in a sea of dark is brilliant.

How do you feel about lights in the night?

Morning Thoughts

Morning Thoughts

 

Sitting in the silent stillness

Of the early morning.

Clouds cover the rising of the sun

Delaying daylight for a little while longer.

Makes for a cozy morning inside,

Warmed with a blanket and some tea,

Only small patches of skin exposed

To the cool morning air,

Gently breathed through open windows.

I find myself alone and not

At the same time,

Lonely and supported

At the same time.

To live in this body

Is to feel loneliness,

To be a spirit

Is to be connected.

Since I, now am spirit living in body

I am lonely and connected

Simultaneously,

Which can be confusing

When thought upon too much.

 

This is what happens to me most mornings. Deep thoughts accompanied by silence, calm and peace.

 

What do you think about in the morning?

It’s A Busy Day

It’s A Busy Day

Busy, busy

Blurring by,

The words, the lines

Deep inside

Twist and writhe

As days speed past.

A need to slow

To calm it down

Inhale deeply

Fresh fall air

As life takes crazy turns

And races on and on.

I’m caught in the

Speed.

Along for the ride

Enjoying the excitement

While simultaneously

Yearning for a minute

To sit in quiet

Alone

On a park bench

Beneath the swaying

Leaves in the trees.

You know those days where you just feel frazzled by all that you have to do. Even if it’s all great fun stuff, it still feels like a lot. That’s when it’s even more important to find a few moments of peace and quiet to calm and ground yourself.

When do you get frazzled?

I Am Yet Unfinished

 

I am yet unfinished

 

I am yet unfinished.

An ongoing work in progress,

A story still being written.

Every moment I move

And grow towards

An ending

A finished product.

Or at least that’s what I think.

Maybe I’ve got it wrong

And every day I move and grow

Towards being

Even more unfinished.

When would I ever be finished?

Even when my last breath passes my lips

Would I be finished?

Or just beginning a whole new journey?

Every moment is a finishing and unfinishing

All at once.

 

I think about this sometimes, being finished or not finished. As much as I always want to work towards an end, to a job, a project, a book, I realize that I as a soul am never really done.

How do you feel about finishing?

Light

Light

 

Morning sun pours through

An open window

Filling up a room

With brightness and light,

Erasing all that came before.

A new day begins

With warmth

To melt away the sleepy darkness.

With the coming of the light

Is hope and possibility,

Motivation

To make this day

A great day.

 

What motivates you in the morning?

Alone Not Lonely

 

Alone Not Lonely

 

It’s in the moments

When I’m all alone

In the silence of the forest;

A special kind of silence

Peppered with rustles in the leaves

Occasional birdsong,

I feel most at home

Most safe and warm and calm.

All thoughts and sounds

Of civilization

Of memories and past lifetimes

Of honors and mistakes

All drift below the grounds

To a place we all can’t see.

As leaves in the dust

All else fades away

Leaving me with trees, the sky and air

Each cough resounds, bouncing back to me. 

I never feel lonely in the woods

Alone but never lonely

It’s a delightful feeling.

I’d stay alone

A hermit on a mountain, recluse

Far from humanity.

 

In moments I long to be alone on a mountain. Even when I’m enjoying life and the people I’m around I long for the peace and quiet-the calm of the forest. I always need a balance. Nature keeps me grounded, people allow me to make connections.

 

Where do you feel alone but not lonely?

What’s It Called

 

What’s It Called

 

You don’t even know

What’s going through my head,

I’ve lost it,

Gone.

To the wind,

With the whirls.

Troubled with the always

Never and forever

Which sit in tiny glasses

On my bedside table.

Laughing, deeply mocking

The crazy in my head.

Trapped in burning bushes

With angry queen bees.

Juniper and berries

Make pudding in my mind

While sanity goes running

Far to the other side.

Whitewashed walls melt

To puddles at my feet,

While the glasses dance it circles

Round my weary meat.

Imagination nation,

Peals apples for

A pie, of sweetness made of

Honey, found deep within.

Dripping grease to

Oil down the gears

Turning in the space between my ears.

Jackals turning tides

Came rushing to my side

To lick off all the sugar

Coming out of my toes.

It’s been a day unlike another,

Then again aren’t they all?

I’ve found the crack

A way beyond the wall

That struggled to stay put

To keep me in at all.

Creeping through the meadow

To widen every crack

I’ll spice it up with

Anise and slip it down my back.

Wait until the thunder

Crashed through the breeze

Till all I ever wanted

Comes falling to me knees.

I’ll kiss each sweet surrender

Give hugs to every man

Jump up every river,

Dance all that I can.

 

Some days are just tired, goofy days. Today was one of those days, where everything was just funny because my brain and muscles were tired from working. Somehow I just managed to get through the day, and do a decent job with massive amounts of laughter at the absurdity of the situation and my brain. This poem speaks to that a bit.

How do you deal when everything is funny?

Happy Fall

 

Happy Fall

 

A beautiful first day of fall,

Happy equinox.

A little summer warmth

Hangs in the air

Mixed with a

Dash of fall crispness.

Days have already begun

Their journey towards

Shortened daylight hours.

Waning sunlight

Dancing across waters of the lake

Twinkles in my eye.

The leaves on the trees

Have already begun to slowly turn

From a forest of green

To a blaze of color,

Few already dropped

Crunching under foot.

Today marks the end

Of summer

As we transition and move

Through autumn to

The dark of winter.

Happy fall.

 

The fall equinox is always bittersweet for me. While it marks the beginning of fall which is a beautiful time, I love the cool fall days and the fall foliage and apple/pumpkin picking, it also marks the end of summer and nice long hot beach days and bbq’s.

How do you feel about the fall?

Time to Familiar

 

Time to Familiar

 

New places

Filled with new spaces.

All unknown to me.

Familiarities remind me

Of home,

But it’s all brand new.

Wandering and walking

The streets

Trying to figure out

All I need to know.

Strange faces

Stare out from windows

Off stoops and porches,

Questioning who I am.

What turns unfamiliar

To familiar

Time.

In the best circumstance

A small amount of time

Until the new spaces and places

Become intimately familiar

Until those faces

Smile warmly in greeting

Glad to know who I am.

 

Whenever I move to a new place I always wonder how long it will take for it to become familiar to me. When it will stop feeling new and start feeling normal. I realize there is no set amount of time, and that it tends to creep up on you.

What have you experienced in new situations?