Sunday, August 22, 2010

Reaching out....
How strange this feeling...

a hand extended, an effort...

with no one at the other side.

The sadness, the anguish

not knowing why.

Did I over extended myself?
Did I over extended my stay?

To move, to search, to seek

in another place

whatever I longed,

hoped and yearned

that wasn't there

but in another place.


(While living in Puerto Rico.)

Friday, August 20, 2010

Sunday, August 15, 2010


The unknown my wings beat without end the tension of which I learn to bear. What is, is not yet complete and I need to stay motionless and so very still. From above I see or do I see? Not understanding what lies beneath. Not able to make sense of all the chaos in the grind that's taking place within my heart. And here I am hovering and still, moving and moving not waiting to see while my heart makes her peace. My soundless, motionless action, of being still while everything goes on without me.