feel good · Poem · Poetry

Joy

I can see it bubbling inside

Inside your steel caged heart.

The one you put a lid on

To keep your poker face on.

I want to reach that joy

No, not to steal it away.

But to color you with it

So that with you

It will always stay.

Poem · Spiritual

Winter in my bones

This chill
I feel it in my bones
Like a shiver
All through my body.
This winter comes
As a reminder
All that was once pretty
Will soon lay barren,
Cold and dead.
This cycle of life
Shall soon end
And winter makes
Me feel it in my bones.

feel good · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Gratitude

In the velvety black-blue sky

two mountains stand as soldiers

with their snow-clad peaks glistening

in the white gentle moonlight.

I lie on my back on my sleeping bag,

my outstretched hand playing with

the dew-laden soft grass.

The smell of the moist Earth fills my lungs

grounding my very being.

The sound of the crickets fills my ears

with a chaotic symphony.

The sneaky stars play hide and seek with me.

And in my heart only these words echo

‘Thank you!’

Image credits : http://geraintsmith.com/southern-rocky-mountains-super-moon-rise/

feel good · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Golden Ocean

God made you in the God mind

and then God threw his head back

and smiled.

A thousand suns filled the sky

and started setting one after another

in a golden ocean.

And that’s how you were made.

feel good · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

When I am gone

When my body is dying

And my soul is on its way out

Take me near the trunk of that mighty tree

The one that was my refuge

The one that supported me

Let me lie near my beloved

And let my body rot in the mud

My soul can witness this union

What comes from the Earth,

goes back to the Earth

Let me help my beloved

Thrive a little more

Provide the nutrients

Of my flesh and bones

And when some birds come

To eat my eyes, let them

Let me give back to dear mother nature

For I have lived and only taken

And then when I become one

With the mighty tree

Maybe one day my son will

Pass by below me

Maybe he will touch the mighty tree’s trunk

And feel it’s leaves

Maybe in it, he will feel his mother’s touch

His mother’s love, care and protection

It’s all still there

feel good · love · Poem

My Wildflower Man

I met a man once
With a mighty heart
Beautiful smile
And soulful eyes

Why do you not love
Yourself, I thought
In a dark room you
Keep the child locked

So happy to give love
But hesitant to take any
Do you fear being left out again
Have you been betrayed by many?

Is that why the child
doesn’t come to play?
But oh dear man,
Times have changed

Must you always have
The child be a man?
Let him free, love him
For that, will make you a whole man.