Moving Forward, Walking On
Pieces of a shattered heart
Lay there on the floor
Unable to sweep them up
Collect them and paste together
Memories of past lives
Drift to the surface and
They shroud my calm
With untold darkness
Falling from the all knowers
Into the hands of the unknown
From grace, pleasantness of love
To fortold emptiness
Shaky steps toward fear
Uncertainty coming over me
Steps fall, solid on my ground
I come, no one else
I come alone
~ Seun
Stop Crying
Stop crying
And look down with your tear stained face
Where are your feet?
Still on your path.
Brush the messy hair from your eyes and look around
Everyone else, still on their path
Swallow your pride, and look up
The gentle ones are still there.
Wrap yourself in a velvet rug, curl up
Float away into the dream world, mend your cuts
Fill yourself with the gentle ones, sing their quiet song once more
Come back now, and stand on your own two feet
Head up, take a deep breath
And skip again along the curling paths of your mind
Jump
Hop
Roll
Run
Walk
Remember
You are holding hands with everyone else
You are filled with the gentle ones
You are looking in their mirror
~Emily Jones
Independence
Oft of late, I've felt cramped inside;
Now I think it's time to confide.
I need to go on my own
though deep inside me I groan.
Still I must open Change's door,
Take a chance, get out there for more,
Light a candle, see the strife,
get a handle: this is life.
No more hiding. No more fighting.
No more but's, maybe's, or might'ings.
Face my fears though I'm scared,
and smile though I've near despaired.
When I've strayed, when resolve I lack,
I'll see the star to lead me back.
The time has come to sever,
to be my own forever.
This paradox: independence,
the blessing-curse, the relaxed tense.
It's what I love, also hate,
sealed unto my glad, sad fate.
Please release me so I'm free:
It's time for me to become me.
And if my wish you defy,
then I must still say, "good-bye."
Gasp before the plunge, grasp before the lunge . . .
no regrets me beset---
I've found I can fly!
~Eadha Deora
Becoming Me
Come now my lovely.
You have known for so long now,
That it is time to let go.
The time of fear,
Of being held-back,
Has passed.
Stumble and trip,
There is no shame in not knowing.
Be proud of all that you hold in your heart,
In your mind, in your soul.
Do not fear madness,
You will never be mad,
You are always mad.
See the brink,
And jump.
See the chaos,
And rush in.
This is your time of becoming,
Of understanding,
And stupid naivety.
You have found some feet,
And a semblance of a track way.
Follow it till it ends,
Forever if needs be.
Find your focus point,
Eternity.
And run.
~ Thimble (Rich)
