Here is some of my poetry... which is a delight and a privilege to write. In my blog post called Awakening Soul, I share how I discovered this gift only recently...
A Tribute to Robin Williams...
The smiling face, the loving eyes...
And open, tender, wounded heart...
You made us laugh & made us cry,
Concealing all the pain inside...
Such tragic loss of gorgeous Light!
The world will miss you dearly...
Your kindness, wit and deep insight
Have helped to see more clearly -
The joy and sorrow, love and fear...
Of life you lived so deeply,
I miss the magic only you
Could bring and touch us briefly...
But leave a mark in our hearts
That lasts a lifetime
And nothing can erase the Love
Not even death, not even time...
On the wings of a butterfly - I fly
Fearless, ready for flight,
Lifted, limitless, light!
Yearning, dreaming to try...
And transform like a butterfly...
I love connecting to the Stillness
That holds and cradles in its arms
The people, objects, all of nature
It even holds the distant stars.
I love the peace that Stillness brings me
Amid the daily hum and drum
I have a choice - it's always with me
Connect with chaos or the calm.
I love the silence of the Stillness
The quiet, limitless abyss
The space of kindness and forgiveness
That turns my sorrows into bliss.
I love the company of Stillness
The gentle, nurturing, serene...
Abundance of creative dreamness
That's always welcoming me in...
Your Soul is waking up!
A compliment so high
Encouraging and insightful!
My Soul is waking up?!
I'm filled with gratitude
Inspired and delightful
I'm falling into bliss -
Abundant, deep abyss
Supported, glad and light-full
My Soul is waking up -
Enchanted and in love
With life, I'm making artful
Who gifted me this gift?
So freeing and so sweet -
Grace - which makes life so rightful
My Soul, I thank You Thee -
For leading me to be
Alive, creative, mindful...
A New Journey (into ARTbundance)
In the Spring I began a new journey,
Nine new friends were invited to join:
Gratitude brought the gift of her presence -
It's the gift to be cherished within,
Intuition brought in inner guidance -
It's the compass for us to begin,
Balance came with a nice equilibrium -
That's for learning the value of rhythm,
Vision brought in her wild imagination -
And her secret is learning to feel,
What a beautiful vibe brought Attraction! -
She came clothed in a dress made of silk!
Choice brought in gift of freedom -
Free to feel, and believe, and to think,
Action came with the gift of creation -
Sky and stars are no limit for her!
Service came with the joyful compassion,..
And our journey is set to begin...
Oh, how glad I'm to be with companions -
Who give wings and bring wisdom within!
This Connection with love into oneness -
Is the energy gifted to win,
On this journey of Artful Abundance
All ARE WINNERS - who choose to begin!
Poetry I Enjoy:
Here are some of my favorite poems ...
A sunny theme
To help us dream
In beautiful golden light
A burst of hope
So we can cope
With ordinary life
But is life really that ordinary
When your heart is full of gold
And your dreams are a field of sunflowers
That merge with everything old
And brush upon the canvas of all that we behold
The gift of youth and yellow innocence
To brighten, optimise and clarify every sense
As the flowers point towards the sun
They lead us hoMe where we are one! ~sw~
— with Shaheen Asghari.
(Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936))
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Only as high as I reach can I grow
Only as far as I seek can I go
Only as deep as I look can I see
Only as much as I dream can I be.