Healthy with Shani

from my poetry blog.... some decisions are just not ours to make... "yellow buddy" under a tree sits me who is this can it be? falling down from a branch with much less than a crash a bird so soft so yellow so sweet if i catch it i'll take it back home with me where it would not belong in a cage not so free if i leave it the nature so cruel and untamed may make sure id never see this bird again decisions i have them here and now to make leave alone yellow buddy, or yellow buddy i take? as he's helpless like wings clipped he shakes on the ground i sit there panicked from horrible sound of my yellow poor buddy just crawling around trying to grasp and look fast for a more stable ground should i help should i touch? should i try to reach out? will he let me stand him back on his feet? is he proud? just then with a yelp when all seems so hopeless he pushes his beak straight into the ground the sheer force it does m...

from my poetry blog... "Beauty Beyond Limits"  a glance above into the trees and the sky on a clear day, the colors bring beauty and bright a dark night with stars glowing peppered throughout  and the corners and caverns of beauty blacked out  a sea swell of thunder and lightning strength sprays bears a beautiful power and calm in the waves  for the very chance one could soak it all in  this beauty abounds and unfolds deep within  reflect on this treasure of beauty and measure  the worth of this world we're blessed to live in

from my poetry blog... "The Burrowing One" being afraid is a default response i wish someone would say  dont worry about the things that have happened to bring you this way  to a spot where youre frozen  and youre scared but you stay  locked in this time  but it passes like flight  that darts in and out of your vision  at night  when youre ready youll leave is what you always do say  when youre ready youll hit it  like it was always this way  but another day here  and another day passed and when you think back  ....what memories? the ones that didnt last there was nothing to be made and no pride to show now  go bury your head in the sand in the clouds

from my poetry blog..... "Clothed" when sitting here day in and out i contemplate this and want to shout at the top of my lungs my air made clear by my strong desire to run far from here make it out alive or be dead when you finally do by then you'll know if you had it in you to risk it all not seeing when a reward will come they tell it wont so you better pretend to fit in fit out outfitted for now with the drapes and the cloths that mask self doubt look around and see those who wear theirs so proud be the one in the room who aches to stand out take it off and remove it you want more so choose it just let it all fall to the floor

sometimes i hate what i write and the criticism i lay so thick on the words that flow from my fingertips keeps me from writing anything at all i dont always (and rarely) know what i am doing...with my life or really, with many of my talents... and when i think i know, it is fear that contains me in the safekeeping of inaction and who of us will say the same? but if hard work is the only way to know that what you're doing is creating the right opportunities for you, then why not test that theory by simply working hard?   but who of us can truly say we're working hard?  some can....and i'm over wishing i could work hard in the areas Im not currently working hard in.  that anxiety has had me frozen in place - critical and doubting. so let's just do a little bit.  every day.  a promise to celebrate.... i will celebrate every talent and gift and triumph that has defined me and grown me to the person I am today and will continue to cultivate the person...