I bid you good night, #WorldPoetryDay. I am tired of you. I am tired of my son. He owns my heart but steals my creativity. Good night. Good night. Sleep tight.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Poems: One old (revised) and one new.
To live is to love and accept all that you are and will be. I believe it is BRAVE to see through the flimsy ideals and build, beckon and behave with clarity, humility and big big LOVE, KINDNESS and COMPASSION. Ive been told my heart is "Too big." I am everything in being nothing. Magic is everywhere, find it. Dare big. Dream bigger, and give with your whole heart. I feel the world and the people in it with a palpable humility that causes all kinds of things to laugh at. I fail. I fall. I stand again. So it goes...