Thursday, September 30, 2010

It' mine.

It's always
relationship, evolving, dissolving
in a final crash
only left with the broken
pieces of a heart.
I want my whole heart.
It's mine.
So here's the game plan:
Let's be friends.
A friendship revolving is reliable.
Sure, there's no jumping--
less excitement, a lower risk quotient.
You might be fooled into thinking less fun.
Except guess what?
I am okay. Just myself. By myself.
And I still have my own whole heart.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Call Me Cryptic

I have stopped spinning, and started knowing. I am myself, without needing to define who I am exactly. I can be, I can exist without filling in the blank space left after the "I am...."

I gain my footing on solid ground even when the path in front of me is unclear. All I know is what is just in front of me, and that is all I need. Once in a while , I get distracted by the tall trees and sky above. But there is a time and a place to go climbing and reaching, and it is not now. It is enough only to exist from moment to moment, finding the right feeling for each point in time. And then, stitching together the little parts into the greater whole. A whole entire picture that is: Happiness, easy content, and a relaxed being.

Because the thing is: The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.


Miss M

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Gradual Disintegration of Disharmony

I fell apart,
empty pieces
scattered over the ground
No one--left
pick up.
perhaps they will crawl back to reality,
so wait. just waiting.
weighted down,
nothing moves:
at least
encouraging nudges
change the course,
like the earthy movement of a river
pushes gently
this microcosm of universe
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