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Tag: Poetry

Don’t Say Forever [Poem]

Don’t say forever
Like you know what that means
You’ve been here but a blink
And in but a fraction of that
You promise the rest of time
Like you know what that means.

Here's what I think you mean:
The size of my feelings
Feels like the size of forever
Squeezed into the size of this moment
And it's bursting at its seams.
If there's one thing I really want you to say
—It's exactly what you mean.

Because here's what I know:
This smallest piece
Of the greatest whole
Becomes our greatest whole
When it is no longer just a piece.
The size of what we have right here
—Is all we'll ever be able to truly give and receive.

So, before you give away
A bursting moment for an overused cliché
Package the size of your feelings
Within the size of this moment
And give this one complete gift to me
Where you're still able to feel and say
—Exactly what you mean.

Done

When you’ve done your best
Return to gratitude—
Not your to-do list.

Maybe

Maybe great moods
Aren't something we arrive in
Maybe they're something we figure out.

Maybe great days
Aren’t something we have
Maybe they’re something we make.

Maybe great lives
Aren't something we're born with
Maybe they're something we create with what we're given.

Planting Dreams [Poem]

The day you plant the seed
Is not the day the seed grows

The month after you plant the seed
Is not the day the fruit shows

It isn't until many years later
That seed turns to tree
And tree bears its fruit

Which will never happen of course
If you fail to help that seed
Firmly take root

Water, soil, sun
Energy, attention, love
This is the way to fruition

Any attempt to manipulate
Nature's already perfect pace
Is to misunderstand the mission

Forcing fruit from seed
Removing essentials for growth
Is to put Mother herself, arrogantly underneath

Bring yourself down
To the level of your seeds
And commit to the process of helping them breathe

Otherwise why go through the trouble
Of rushing, yelling, planning
And doing the extreme

When all of that rash action
Forces holes into gravesites
Rather than the foundation of dreams.

Big Battles

Fight the big battles on the inside
And the big battles on the outside
Suddenly won’t feel so big anymore

Here [Poem]

What a waste
to miss out on what’s here
because we're too busy
whining about
dreaming about
scheming about
what’s over there.