Journey of the Heart

  I believe the path of the heart is found through the act of being our authentic self… This is the simplest of truths, yet walking a path of authenticity in a world that pulls us in every other direction requires us to be courageous souls and adopt a willingness to shed behind the skins that no longer fit. This can be a very lonely road, and at times we will feel like hungry ghosts who yearn for the ease of warm food, yet find no satisfaction or sustenance from a life that is not lived soul-deep. Yet, it is also a sacred path, creating a tapestry of shadow and light, which embraces and learns to love the whole of our person bringing us to a place of healing and creating a beautifully nuanced heart. My poem is meant to inspire those on this sacred path. The Hungry Ghost I will tell you the secret to wellness, and it will be the simplest yet hardest thing you will ever do. Be yourself. Pure you. That is all. Walk into the world as the real you,...

As a child, I was afraid I'd break my right arm and wouldn't be able to write. At the age of seven, I started practicing with my left. My fear has been revisited. For the last two weeks, my right shoulder and neck have been locked into a fiery grip. The pain radiates down my arm and into my fingertips. My arm aches like a branding iron into my heart. It speaks volumes of unwritten words and conveys a serendipitous explosion of prose. I find I’m holding myself carefully together like a piece of fine hand-blown glass. There’s a blockage in my shoulder and arm. I asked and it spoke to me.  What are you trying to say? Listen to your heart it beats to a different drum. The old messages are worn out and the new ones fill you with trepidation. Scared, huh? It’s okay. Keep blazing through the crap that holds onto you like a trap. I’m at a pivotal point in my life and walking a new, challenging direction. It’s a path riddled with obstructions and yet I...