Journey of the Heart

I have been finding my way back to me… Not with how I was raised, or through traditions or religion, but through meditation and finding my true me: my light, my dark, my everything.   I am continually brought to a place of compassion and healing. It brings me again and again to that space of centering, as I shift and fold inward. Always bringing myself to the present living of me.  This poem reflects this journey. May it reach and touch yours. Bringing me to my center relax oh my soul, long enough to rest- on your day's path with peace, without wanting thoughts- that wrestles with your conscious choice. silently, I listen to the voice- within me, it is my guide, my friend, my angel, as it gently speaks to me, to settle. all that I receive- finds the middle way, between chaos and peace- impermanence will never cease, let me come to the moment- where I am- right now. as it holds imperfection, of living-...

This poem was written to show how aware I am of my own shortcomings…  In several relationships both personal and professional I felt as though there were expectations that I couldn't meet and regardless of my explanations the same end result would surface. I can only be the best me and I only ask that I am accepted as I am.  I never claim to be perfect and I have no problem admitting fault. I'm a simple woman with simple philosophies. Often misunderstood, I have also accepted this to be in my life. This is a piece of self-love, self acceptance and hope.  Perfectly Imperfect I never claimed to be perfect I'm a woman I forget more than I will admit However, it doesn't mean I care any less With a memory like mine Lying is not an option I love wholeheartedly And I will give you my all But perfect I am not Karma is real to me So deceitful actions Don't make much sense to me My desire is always to be better Than...

As for all poets, poetry is for me a vessel - a way, a channel - by which I am able to reflect, consolidate, heal when needed and move forward...  Of course, it can also be a way to express the simplest ideas - a way of holding everyday things up to the light and enjoying the way they sparkle. Painting by Kimberly Crick We are now in The Year of the Serpent , according to the Chinese Zodiac. It comes round once every twelve years. I wrote my poem, “Serpent” years ago now - in 1998 - before the last “Year of the Serpent”. For me, this poem holds elements of all the reasons I write. It’s a reflective poem, looking at my self and how I deal with life, how as human beings we all, to an extent, manifest elements of the serpent, in the way we get knocked back and damaged and need to crawl into our holes for a while before shedding that old skin and moving on to bask in the sunlight again. It’s also a celebration of life and the fact that we are part of t...