Even if our life were a dream,
it would need to be embraced,
but no golden palace, no silver hill,
no white elephant need be chased.
Our life, like our love,
simply is, alive and glowing,
Olympian in its stature,
medal-worthy knowing.
If you like art forms, or care about living things, this is the blog for you. Poetry, essays, watercolor, acrylics, films, novels, music...pick your pleasure. I'll post my own work, and anyone else's which catch my eye. I'll recommend books and films, some obscure, others not. So, as Walt, my fellow Living Poet on the poetic asides section of writersdigest.com, says, "come little goldfish in my pond, interact, don't be koi."
Even if our life were a dream,
it would need to be embraced,
but no golden palace, no silver hill,
no white elephant need be chased.
Our life, like our love,
simply is, alive and glowing,
Olympian in its stature,
medal-worthy knowing.
Nothing lucky about it,
not odd at all,
even though she,
at the start,
took my name,
it wasn’t until after
she stole my heart.
Living within the grace
of one day,
this day,
today.
Love overflowing,
Joy in this place,
Spirit is showing,
No longer searching
for what I already have,
allowing my heart to
feel gratitude,
less stressed,
more blessed.
I am here.
I see you.