Category: Poetry

Losing Yourself

my feet are in the water,
the waves move easy
over my ankles,
they feel the broken shells,
pebbles, sand and larger rocks
beneath the surface;
my face stretches up
to the warmth of the afternoon sun,
I don't feel the early spring water's
aching rattling my bones,
nor the gentle breeze
passing through my hair;
I close my eyes to the blue expanse
shimmering towards an endless horizon,
I am lost
in the peace of this moment
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The Target Draws the Arrow

ride on,
keep seeking,
stay vigilant,
eyes open;
the target draws the arrow;

your path opens up before you,
keep your feet moving,
your destination
is this moment,
where else would you rather be;
the target draws the arrow;

open yourself
to the potential
of your path,
you are more,
you will get there;
the target draws the arrow
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Dawn

the trees are shadows
against the brightening skies,
a new day is coming
carrying with it
the same questions:
how will we make this one better
than the one that came before;
what will we do
to earn a beautiful sunset;
what are we willing
to put into today
to feed our soul,
to clear out the darkness
within our mind,
to put solid ground
beneath our feet
to understand,
to find joy
and a sliver
of peace
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