A whipping tongue scathingly lashes a false sense of power failing to reflect that a tongue portrays the character of its possessor!
But the words refuse to come, like they did in my bed, so it may very well be said that my very best work, remained in my head!
and I pondered this curiously crazy life and the things I failed to grasp as a girl but thought I understood now as a softer, wiser woman I thought about life and death... I thought about tonight's dinner menu too...
What is this life that wraps us up in tests? That has us fleeing the demons of yesterday, only to find them further down the path, waiting to trip us up again?
Life is not something we put on the back burner hoping to get to live further down the line
It is from the overflow of our cup that we give off our best to others
Poets are cut from a tender cloth that covers our world in beauty
Poetry is intimacy between poet and reader. It is revealing your truth and feeling safe acceptance in the unveiling.
Make time to do the things you love, the things that balance and ground your energy...the things that cause your cup to overflow
How shall we fill the cup of another if ours is empty? And how do we go about filling our cup? It begins with the self! Self care. Self love. Self development. Self discipline. Self knowledge... understand the world within, in order to understand the world without. Know thyself in order to understand that which is greater than thyself!