silent mode (haiku)
boots trample the snow hexagonal brilliant flakes lightly grace the sky
personal musings unleashed…
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…
just
i will stand on my own before i jump in and swim with the crowd convictions
this is my opinion…
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…
Drum Circle
A new experience presented itself within a community to celebrate positive energy. This was most of the group’s first time being together. The hour started with rhythmic drum beats mimicking the heart’s life force. There were 15 of us, each with a drum and another percussion instrument. This video is the third of four sets,…
It is as if…
Where to start? It is as if my life is being lived in one day… with no way to slow down. Juggling between need-to-do and want-to-do and compromising. All this beauty is descending upon my head in rocket speed… the town i have moved to is bursting at the seems with poetry and dance. Harvard…
Chaos…
In my chaos is an order stars in the wind -glowing answers surround me blowing sweet sounds look down eyes dreamily meet mine rippled puddles gently sooth my mind dance atop the surface grab ahold be brave be bold soul in the corner be brave be bold be bold soul in the corner soul in…
both formed
formed mud of the earth sprinkled with space dust washed in oceanic mist hands reaching in and out and in and out with rythmic beat ancient drums hold attention and whispers ascend upon ears dance within and arise witness the beauty crags, shallow breaches footsteps to lightly caresses the grasses growth -hidden mysteries afforded answers…
summer
summer song and dance sunshine’s grace chose to do differently this time and place smile to spread peace life’s not a race set your clock to be one with the earth’s trace
Me Mock Myself!
My! i love this… I have Vidur’s book of poems… go find a copy. Read it when your stressed and unsure of your surroundings. Let his gentle voice calm your nerves. Thanks Vidur! ❤️❤️❤️ — Read on vidursahdev.wordpress.com/2018/08/04/me-mock-myself/