The impossible dreams
of yesterday
have a way of unfolding
with song
and a bird’s wing
the future blossoms
still unseen
It did not deter or quiver.
In jubilant chorus,
They chatter above the orchard
willing unseen blossom
turn to fruit
Transforming what was barren and bare
Into green lush unfolding.
Patience is what I heard that day
Patience and the impossible will unfurl
and unfold like a new blossom bursts
and reaches towards the sun
Just one leg in its glorious journey
becoming and unbecoming.
In jubilance, I hear them sing
Tag: transform
Music creates memory
Music can instantly transport me back
to when I first heard it
what was I doing;
who was I with
Music expresses emotions
beyond what simple words could
imbue with their colorful hue
I long to be a song that
lingers on your tongue
that tickles your ear
to be magically transported
is a strong and powerful act
Music can withstand any distance.
The point from me to you is
suddenly irrelevant
Just the reverence of a melody
Music can transform a stranger to a friend
what was unknown and unheard
now here with us, trance-like
we hear and feel its lull
Some are moved to the dance floor
Others moved to tears
Some a loving embrace
A smile forms on our face
We are forever changed.
The Ripple Effect
The ripples of light
A reflection of the moon
still, stagnant, a clear mirror of
what’s above, so below.
Which image is true?
Which image, the reflection?
A pebble in the water
will break that perfect, serene image.
Life each day is full of pebbles.
They can disrupt a clear scene,
- real or imagined –
thought, plan, or idea.
And now you are at a crossroads.
or plans get derailed,
Goals change.
Our focus and interests evolve as pebbles too.
The fluidity reminds me to not be so rigid
and stuck.
Like a mirror of glass,
I can reflect in my own imperfect image.
And that is just as real or valid.
Imagined or rooted in the here and now.
The ripple effect.
Some pebbles are big, heavy rocks
that make a big splash
Disrupting the quiet.
The waters are moved with brute force.
A little pebble may not have such a loud,
obvious effect.
But its ripples still go out, far and wide.
Is there a cause and effect?
Do our stones create the waves
of rage or anger?
or serenity on our shores
further down the journey?
We can’t hold all the stones to prevent their departure.
Release them into the waters.
Transform them into sand.
Hardships meet resistance.
Sharp jagged edges get smoothed down.
Even if it breaks into a million pieces,
the rock is still ever present.
Holding onto the rocks would be a burden,
their weight, their heaviness,
and sharp edges.
We wouldn’t feel or see the joy
and lightness that surrounds us.
If we drop them all at once,
it’s like hitting rock bottom.
A jarring crash to the system.
Can I let go of this stone,
even the pretty ones?
I can carry them in my pocket
but eventually there will be a hole
or they will be lost without my attention or care.
Then I will feel loss, grief, dismay.
But it wasn’t all resting on
what the stone represents.
It is all inside of me.
The burden and the light.
The sadness and the joy.
There is safety in letting go.
Now I am free to embrace the day,
to make connections,
to feel joy, love, peace, and gratitude.
Accepting that a perfect,
serene scene was never
the end goal anyway.
Shadow and Light
To know what’s behind the shadow I must stand in the light. It may be uncomfortable It may be out of my comfort zone. It may feel out of sorts and confusing. Only the light illuminates. The truth can be too much, Like too much sunlight without a shady spot. The shadow is not always a scary corner. A dark place can be healing. A cozy cave, a reprieve from the spotlight. A space to regain and meet myself again. In the beginning, the womb was dark and was all I knew. Then there was a bright light. The world was born as I knew it. Spring is nature’s green light. A signal that we can go if we want. We can emerge from the shadow into the light. The days march on, allowing in that knowing sun. The butterfly emerges from the chrysalis Transformed in a safe cocoon And the world was reborn into flight. My feet touch the newly green grass That has grown in that warm sunshine And takes reprieve in the shadow of night Knowing that the light will greet it once more. And the greenery will grow more lush and fresh All due to the bright rays above.
The Deciduous Tree (Part 3)
Do the leaves hold on to the tree’s branches or is it the tree’s own doing when it comes to ultimately letting go? The leaves have completed their cycle. They were the first buds and sign of spring Opening into colorful blossoms. The blossoms became the green or dark hues Expressing the type of deciduous tree. All shapes and shades of green expanding toward the sky. Next there were the seeds. The future generation of trees were expelled down. Pinwheels of seeds helicoptered below The descent to bring forth descendants. Now that the seeds had done their work, The tree could finally show its true colors. The green transformed to bright oranges, reds and yellows. My oldest calls them the color of the setting sun. The strong autumn breezes help the trees Shed their leaves. And then they are bare, Ready to brace the cold of winter. No fragile blossoms to accidentally freeze. Just the tree and its roots Starkly standing in the white of snow. Forever patient. The cycle can’t be rushed or passed through Because it is nature’s own timing And the tree plays its part. The deciduous tree reminds me That all stages are important. One is not more special than the other. It is a seasonal reminder That life’s moments are brief. And there is beauty and a lesson to behold If I just take nature’s cue.
Healing Insights 