what if i trusted god
what if i loved myself
what if when i closed my eyes
i did not imagine the worst
what if i rested
what if i was not blown away by the disasters
i had chosen, like so many
tiny seeds, what if
i was, and what if i was planted with deep
roots into the darkness, i grew
out of, and what if i
flourished
and what if i forgave you
and what if i
forgave me
and what if
i rested
~
RN
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
On All Days
On some days,
On some days,
On some days,
On the toughest days,
On brighter days,
my thoughts are like butterflies.
On other days,
they fall like anvils from the sky.
On some days,
I can concentrate and be patient.
On other days,
all seems in upheaval and nothing done soon enough.
On some days,
I am one with the universe.
My love flows freely from me, without limit.
My love flows freely from me, without limit.
On other days,
My emotions are a wrapped, sealed bottle, my heart
secret even from myself.
secret even from myself.
On some days,
energy pulses from my fingertips.
I am creative, easily. I have many new ideas.
I am creative, easily. I have many new ideas.
On another day,
I can only remember the embarrassments,
the mistakes. And I equate those moments with my worth.
the mistakes. And I equate those moments with my worth.
On the toughest days,
I think I am not meant to be here.
That there is no hope.
No reasoning.
No derailing and no
fixing this.
All signs point
to my leaving.
And I am not sure why you are still here.
That there is no hope.
No reasoning.
No derailing and no
fixing this.
All signs point
to my leaving.
And I am not sure why you are still here.
On brighter days,
(And there are so many,)
I can see
our delicate balance,
how we curve,
where the other bends, extend--
I can see
our delicate balance,
how we curve,
where the other bends, extend--
And how we need each other.
And on all the days,
And on all the days,
I dream
and explore the breadth of this
inner tapestry, I give
it voice, even in uncertainty
and soak in the strength of its letters.
and explore the breadth of this
inner tapestry, I give
it voice, even in uncertainty
and soak in the strength of its letters.
~
RN
If You Asked Me
it was never a straight path
and it was not always uphill
and i did not travel it alone
and we did not end up where I thought
we would,
but somewhere more beautiful.
~
RN
and it was not always uphill
and i did not travel it alone
and we did not end up where I thought
we would,
but somewhere more beautiful.
~
RN
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
across the water
i am
in my boat, traveling
across the water
which shifts from purple, black
to turquoise, silver
expanding
and as the sun glows, guides
us home toward the horizon, i realize
that god
is the boat, and god
is the water, and god
is the sky, and god
is in me.
~
RN
in my boat, traveling
across the water
which shifts from purple, black
to turquoise, silver
expanding
and as the sun glows, guides
us home toward the horizon, i realize
that god
is the boat, and god
is the water, and god
is the sky, and god
is in me.
~
RN
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