Never Too Late
"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't." – Thomas A. EdisonArchive for July 23, 2008
Strength in spades
My love, my heart, my soul, my spirit–my will–are all indomitable. Now, that doesn’t mean they are inflexible. They take lessons from the trees–bend, sway in the wind that blow, but do not break.
Another lesson they take from the forests–they grow. Little by little, day by day, they grow, strengthen.
Like redwoods, oaks and sequoias, my love, my heart, my soul, my spirit are indomitable. There is so much inner power, inner strength that resides and grows and flows in me. What I want more than anything, is for someone to draw from the vast reservoir, the vast forest, that is me.
Bruxelles
The streets of the city
Glisten with rain
I walk up the hill
Raindrops bouncing off me
Up the winding stairs
To the darkened room
Lights of the city
Stream through raindrops
Up to my bedroom
I listen to the rain
Play its rhythm
I open the window
Listen to the rain
Listen to the city
The city is at peace
My soul is at peace
Looking
My sensei,
You know me. I always look into my heart. And what is there, is there. And what’s there, love, is greater than what is being asked for.
Namaste
Combination
My combination
Of heart
Of soul
Of spirit
Equals love
For myself, yes
Equally, for others
As my heart
Soul, spirit grow
So does my love
They bloom
At all hours
In all conditions
From my soil
Of heart
Of soul
Of spirit
Comes something
Deep, rich, enduring
Love
