Here are some poems written by friends & I. Mine is first, then the rest:
The Edge
Sometimes near the edge of something,
Something big but I can never seem to focus on what it really is.
Distracted by useless cares and things that have grown important
To me in this world or some other place.
But all these places take me to the edge
Of a time that flows into that great something again & again.
Perhaps fear holds me back
From discovering what lines I must cross.
What dreams I must sacrifice,
What pain I must endure,
But then I find that the self has an importance,
But happiness dwells in compassion for life,
For living,
For others that share in the multiplicity,
And make a choice or not,
But to refrain is to make a choice,
We take our turn on stage
And breathe life and energy into a dream
That reminds us of a past sense and vision,
Of reality, clicking, blinking,
Slipping by as we let the water flow
Or direct the course of eternity.
I stand on the edge of something so real
The universe breathes peace into my soul
And reminds me I have much to learn,
Much to see,
And through this peace
Comes the love to give strength,
To leave fear behind,
And make a choice to explore beyond the edge,
And learn what it means to come home again.
I’m not like you, I have my own mind.
I’m not like you, I have my own style.
I’m not like you, I have my own ideas
But I don’t have to prove it, because you don’t exist.
The wind flows from the east exhaling a familiar scent,
From a place I’ve never been, but know all to well.
Stories of the fantastic, dance in my mind.
I take a knee to the proud legends of nobility.
I follow their way and know their hearts,
And though I live here with you,
The east is where I dwell.
Warm sunlight adorns the visage.
The reflection of a thousand stars
On the ocean shines in your eyes.
And in your smile,
Love of all things,
Or love itself maybe.
My words seem weak to the
Picture I hold in my heart.
The warmth of your touch a reminder
Of the safety felt in the womb.
Your hands are steady and strong
As they shape ghosts of the past,
And the intensity of your gaze as you work
Your art art makes my heart beat faster.
Together we fly as one.
As one we are what we are meant to be,
No more wandering
Releasing is a tricky thing
If I let go, where am I?
Releasing pulls me apart
Than what am I?
Letting go strips me bare
Down to melted bone
What do I have?
Giving up means letting be
What is?
I am here, now
I am myself
I have only this moment
I am.
Writing my thoughts,
Bring up fear that I cannot think of anything.
But I just thought of this,
The music is nice and mellow
And a car drives by,
I hold the worlds last mysteries in my hand,
Yet I do not know what they are.
What an interesting thing life is.
I’m shifting a lot.
Soft hair shimmering.
Sound softly caressing me.
Love flowing through me.
Tenderness near me.
I am calm.
I am serene.
I am at one with me.
Pensive people
Searching, creating
Stimulating
Minds
Of wonder
Of beauty
Of honesty
Of feeling
Of caring
Of sharing
Life.
Love.
