perhaps his heart
is too bright
for your boxy, measured world
perhaps his wonder
isn’t brandable
in your tight space, rat race
bullies come
and bullies go
(they tend to find each other)
love remains
truth remains
(free the boxes)
she feels overwhelmed by the demands and feelings of others and doesn’t know how to say no “Whenever we feel bad when saying no to someone, we unknowingly doubt that life has a greater plan in store for them. Allow any response of ‘no’ to convey the same loving openness as yes, so all who…
A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
In this episode, I reveal some inspirations and talk about the value of poetry as protest, the worth of women and mothers, and how the myths of Henry David Thoreau and Adam Smith support cultural gaslighting.
Your body is away from me But there is a window open from my heart to yours. From this window, like the moon I keep sending news secretly. ~Rumi
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…