Progression

                                

Spent youth, gone 
with the ebbing of the tide,
yet not lost
                                                                             
Shells created, hints 
of former lives enjoyed
the beauty remains     

Transformation begins
and what was ,
is once again

No Regrets

I have determined to live my life in such a way, that on my deathbed, I will have no regrets.

I will not regret -not getting that darling pair of shoes; because there will always be another available.
I will not regret- missing that last episode on TV; because after all, it ISN'T REAL.
I will not regret- not trying out that really expensive restaurant, because I spent time at home, cooking for those I love.
I will not regret- not working harder, longer hours, in order to get just a little bit more of that paper they call "money".
I will not regret -not letting fear of what might happen tomorrow, ruin my today.

I will not regret - being an "all in or all out" kind of person.
I will not regret - the time I invested in developing my spiritual relationship with God
I will not regret - the offers of love and friendship I extended, regardless of whether or not they were accepted.
I will not regret - the challenge and pain it took to grow into the person I have become.
I will not regret - getting to know myself and why I even exist on this tiny, little planet.

Sometimes, we are offered gifts on silver platters.
Yet, we refuse them because they were not presented on golden ones.
Who cares how they arrive or what the delivery might look like?
Gifts are from heart to heart, soul to soul.
Gifts are real.

All the rest, is just stuff.

Permission Granted

Permission Granted

Uninvited it knocks

   On the door to my heart

Betwixt good and evil

  Crisis of conscience

So lovely to look at

   So desirable and yet

The allusion of dangers

   Powerful attraction

To answer the beckoning

   To smell the fragrance of

Fruit forbidden its

   Overwhelming insistence

To taste the passion

   Unrestrained expression

Breaking chains of inhibition into

   Exquisite freedom 

Life

Life

Let me taste of sweetness
the comfort of closeness
The breath of life to be
found in recesses dark and cold

Light in eyes that shine
vital, inviting, embracing
Warmth in movement upon
empty broken places

To hear songs of love fulfilled
in whispers of the heart
the scent of strength renewed
in a weakened fragile soul