Bucket List

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Bucket List

 

If tomorrow was the day

That my life on this earth ended

Would I be content

To walk away?

If I knew my days were numbered

How would I spend those

Fated days?

What would fill my bucket list?

 

I’d want to climb atop

Many mountains

Just to sit and stare

To soak in mountain air.

I’d wake before the sun rose

Just to watch it creep

Over the horizon

And stay awake until

It fell back below the horizon again.

I’d visit with the elders

To listen to their stories

Soaking up the knowledge,

The wisdom they had to share.

I’d spend time connecting with

The people of the earth,

All across the planet.

I’d walk barefoot through the rivers

Hand in hand with local children

Playing games and running with abandon.

I’d spend hours laying in the grasses

Watching clouds roll by.

Writing all the stories locked within my soul.

I’d dance among the trees

And down all the streets

Moving with the music every waking moment.

I’d delve in deep conversations

About the soul and its role,

About the universe and God and

All that spirit nudges me to speak of.

I’d laugh a million times a day

Just to feel the tightening

In my stomach as I lean forward

Unable to control the laughter.

I’d volunteer my time

To help any that I could,

Building, listening, being.

I’d meditate in the mornings,

Practice yoga in the afternoon

I’d teach and pass along my inspiration and passion

To any who wanted to listen.

I’d paint and take a million pictures

Just to capture the beauty

I felt within my heart.

I’d look into the eyes

Of those I passed

And silently let them know

That I saw them, that they matter.

I’d love without reservation

All the people of the world.

I’d spend my days connecting

To as many people as I could

To as much natural beauty as I could.

My days would be in one word

About connection.

And in a few more words

About love,

Passion, joy and

Balance and Harmony

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Balance or Harmony

 

I’m always trying to find balance

But I’ve always thought

That it was something I could

Find,

Something I could hold on to.

A place in the middle

Where I could be content.

Neither extremely happy

Or extremely sad.

Just existing in a state of contentment.

Maybe balance isn’t something

To be found,

Not to be attained

Rather a way of living.

Not to find balance

But to always be balancing,

Something to do rather than be.

Keep the pendulum swinging,

Active and alive

Rather than motionless and dead.

Maybe balance is a place we briefly

Pass through as we experience life.

Maybe harmony is what we seek.

Harmony between the

Opposite states of being.

Where is there balance

Between body and spirit,

Can it be found?

I’m not sure

I’m always tipped a little more

In one direction at any given time.

I haven’t yet found a way to be

Equally present in body and spirit at the same

Time, reaching a place of balance,

I’m always swaying in between.

But harmony,

There can be harmony between

Body and spirit.

So opposite and yet beautiful

In my existence as both a spirit and

A physical body.

That beauty lies

In the fact that I am dichotomous.

Dance To Remember

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Dance To Remember

 

To dance is to be free

To move and sway

In rhythm with the music

To feel my heartbeat

Sync to the pounding drums

To watch my breath

As I sigh in time with the violin.

My body no longer mine

I watch as it sweeps across the floor.

Bending, leaping, twirling.

I am transported

Emotions flow out with every

The music takes control.

My mind gets

Lost in the beats

And once the mind is lost

I find who I really am,

The space

The flow

The joy,

I am love

Manifest in human form.

The movements, the dance

Help me to remember

All I really am.

Creativity

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Creativity

 

Creativity needs space

A place to grow

To flourish

To become all it has

The potential to be.

Creativity needs time

Enough to flounder as

It finds itself.

It needs inspiration and room

To wander and be free

To try and make mistakes.

Creativity needs open minds

Willing to carve out the space,

To make the time

Willing to allow creativity

To take hold,

Open minds to be the vessel through

Which creativity can be expressed.

Creativity needs encouragement

Sometimes gentle reminding

To keep going.

It needs love and tender care.

It’s Time

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It’s Time

Open up,
Time to really taste life.
Ready and waiting for
All that life has to offer to cross
My lips.
Touch me with
Its wonder.
I’m hungry for adventure
For love and hope
For experiences that will change me
Bring tears to my eyes
I long to feel beauty so
Deep it hurts.
To feel into life
To let life feel into me.
No more gasping for
Air,
Only deep nourishing breaths
To fill the spaces
Deep inside
To release tension and fear.
Open to the possibilities
Open to the world.
It’s time.
Let’s go.

Sitting for Clarity

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Sitting for Clarity

 

I sit in waiting

Upheld by the ones

That sit in waiting with me.

I seek clarity

Of soul and mind.

We share together

What clarity could be.

Deep open sharing

Deep open listening

To discover clarity.

In shared silence

We become vessels

Through which

Spirit may move

Freely

Inspiring and revealing

The clarity

That already exists within ourselves.

In shared silence

We tune in to the whispers

We often miss

In the noises of the day.

Left

Left

The flowers grow

As time fades away

And we are left alone.

To gaze and watch the sunsets

Pass before our eyes,

Count the passing

Of a million days

And weep

At the beauty of it all.

For nothing stays the same

Nothing is promised

Hearts will be broken in the end.

From the broken soil,

From the cracks in the pavement

The flowers find the space to grow.

From our broken hearts

Love will find the space to flow.