(A 7-7-7 syllable poem) I held the dusk in glass,Moments I prayed would last—Too quick they slip, too fast. Each breath, a fading flame,Old hours with no name,Yet none return the same. Time whispers through the lid,Of things I thought I did—Of truths, my heart once hid. If I could keep the day,And lock it … Continue reading Poem: Time in a Bottle
Month: July 2025
Poem: Follow Your Path
Follow your path, though the winds may roar,Though doubt may knock on every door.The trail is yours—its twists, its bends,Not every soul will comprehend. Walk where the wild things, dare to go,Where rivers speak and flowers grow.Trust in the whisper deep inside,That quiet truth you cannot hide. There may be days the sky turns gray,When … Continue reading Poem: Follow Your Path
Poem: Goodbye to Grief
“Goodbye to Grief” I had to say good-bye to the grief of losing you—not because I stopped missing your namein the quiet hour,not because my hands forgot the weightof holding memory. But I grew tired of letting sorrowbuild its house inside my chest,each sigh a window,each tear a doorleft open to the wind. I told … Continue reading Poem: Goodbye to Grief
Poem: Don’t Dim My Light
Don’t dim my light to soothe your shade,I wasn’t born to shrink or fade.My flame was forged in storms and fire,Each spark a breath, each breath desire. Don’t clip my wings to ease your fall,I’ve earned the sky, I’ve scaled the wall.The stars don’t ask permission to shine,And neither will this light of mine. Don’t … Continue reading Poem: Don’t Dim My Light
Poem: Boundaries Are Important
Boundaries are lines we gently draw,Not walls of stone, but roots of law.They tell the world where we begin,Where others end, and truths live in. They’re not unkind, they’re not a cage,They’re quiet strength, a sacred stage.A place where yes and no can meet,Where peace and self-respect repeat. To say, “I need,” or “That’s too … Continue reading Poem: Boundaries Are Important
Spiritual Questions: What Is the Zero Point in Spiritual Terms?
What Is the Zero Point in Spiritual Terms? In spiritual circles, the term "Zero Point" holds deep and profound meaning. It is often described as the place of pure potential—a state of stillness, balance, and connection to the divine source. But what does this actually mean for someone on a spiritual journey? Understanding the Zero … Continue reading Spiritual Questions: What Is the Zero Point in Spiritual Terms?
Reading Through the Soul: Book Review: Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection by Sheila Murrey
Book Review: Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection by Sheila Murrey I must say reading, "Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection" by Sheila Murrey was reading through the soul for me. I have known Sheila Murrey for some time. I follow her blog . She is an artist and deeply connected to her soul. One of … Continue reading Reading Through the Soul: Book Review: Blue Eyes: Ethereal Messages of Connection by Sheila Murrey
Spiritual Questions: What Is the Meaning of Intention in Spiritual Terms?
What Is the Meaning of Intention in Spiritual Terms? In the world of spirituality, intention is much more than a passing thought or a simple goal. It is considered a powerful force—a conscious direction of energy that shapes reality. When understood and used with awareness, intention becomes a tool for healing, transformation, and deep alignment … Continue reading Spiritual Questions: What Is the Meaning of Intention in Spiritual Terms?
Poem: I Want to Do It All
I want to taste the sky at dawn,To run where every path is drawn,To learn, to build, to leap, to fly,To write my name across the sky. I want to dance in distant lands,To sculpt the world with eager hands,To sing a song that shakes the trees,To ride the wildness of the breeze. I want … Continue reading Poem: I Want to Do It All
Poem: Too Much Going On
My mind's a map with tangled roads,A thousand thoughts in heavy loads,The clock hands spin, the minutes bleed,Each second shouts another need. A text, a call, a blinking screen,A list of things I've never seen—Forgotten plans, a missed alarm,A week of chaos in my palm. The coffee's cold, the laundry waits,My dreams lean back behind … Continue reading Poem: Too Much Going On