The Heart Doesn’t Care About What The Head Knows My body is making a new shape although I carry the past with me. I morph toward what’s next. I — oh — what is that shape? I move my whole body down. I sit my butt between my hips without touching the ground. I perch […]
Category: Zen
Orange
Orange by Nancy Schatz Alton “I am lonely for myself.” -Crysta Casey All along I was not alone—I was with myself walking — making conversation — waiting for someone to fill me up yet here I was: orange center right in my belly red heart, green chest, blue throat, an indigo cloud that took […]
Seasons of Love
Years after you are done with me I learn everyone is done with each other In due time I can’t start a poem with the conclusion I mean it’s only Monday and we have an entire week to live through Comings and goings, endings that aren’t endings Because we find a new breath that will […]
What’s Your Story?
I’m sick of my stories. I’m a storyteller. I love telling stories. I’m stuck. Yet I’m not stuck. Because I’m at a place where I often think before I speak. What story do I want to tell? What’s my aim? Who do I want to be? I want to be positive, full of light while […]
The Summer Of
It’s the summer of sesame seeds, the summer of the smaller fridge, of fruit next to veggies, of adventure next to quiet, of the new job and heartache, of letting go because holding tight isn’t even an option. It’s the summer of the old friend who says he’s glad life is going well. Life is […]
The Last Day of July
Love is what I come back to every day In the moments of hardening I catch myself Think “love…can you get to love?” The world is windy I have tasks I can’t get to Within my reach is love The moment I ran up the hill & my friend’s son ran past me Young legs […]
Slant
The air is still The tree outside my window: still slanted I greet the day with my red pen I practice writing bearing witness to my clumsy anxiety while our country swells with misdeeds If I can stop myself mid-misdeed & apologize correct my acts, turn to love will it matter? Will being careful with […]
Light Is A Wave That I Ride
I bring you the sound of the waves underneath my board. I bring you my solitude — hard won, necessary. I bring you the sun, the wind, my inability to know its direction. The wind was moving; its direction didn’t matter. I kept moving & not moving. I was still & not still & the […]
Likable
This morning I have a million different to-do’s, or it feels like I have a million different to-do’s to do. And I’m a few days into my new part-time job, which means my brain is on overload. An acquaintance reminded me last night that adults have a hard time being new learners. That’s why I […]
Picking a Fight
I want to pick a fight with someone & win. My fists bloodied & successful. My rage delivered in a physical way. Where does this urge come from? Is it ugly or true? Am I just the only one admitting my urge to fight & win? I told my friend Peter about this urge decades […]