Tag: poetry

There’s Bengal Tiger beneath the surface.

adult tiger prone lying inside dim lighted roomShe roars, purrs and manages my anger.
Boiling at times even seething at my calmness of the situation
Her angers pushes against the bars of decency and expected behavior.
Eventually roaring becomes mumbling and pacing.
Soon there is peace then confidence. The Tiger joins me.
Or maybe I join her. Something soothes the beast.
Her beauty and strength have become essential to my survival.

I embrace her from the core of who I am.

I love the beast. When we wrestle I feel … so alive!
If she is quiet by my side, I feel peace in her heartbeat.
When I walk, roam, hunt or enter a meeting,
Her strength is my confidence.

There’s a Bengal Tiger beneath the surface.

The Calm And The Active

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On this side there is a great stillness.

On this side I feel the calm.

On the inside I sense it. Breathe. Breathe.

Deeply.  Before falling off into

Whatever.  Whatever the day brings.

There will be a journey, take it joyfully.

Let the day have its way with you.

Creation include struggle and contrast

That are sometimes so strong. Sometimes

so blinding, you feel like giving up. Breathe. Breathe.

Creation includes satisfaction and joy.

Intense joy…

Creation expands you, your mind, your essence,

and our Universe.

We are grateful

Orange Pink Purple

Orange, pink, purple.
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The glow of it over the horizon.  

Pushing through the clouds. 

The contrast of clouds. Cold still there … waiting.

Pressing forward into the day

The light would have its way.

There could be joy and abundance.

There could be sickness and sorrow.

Everything smells new.

A fresh start neither prosperous or bankrupt.

A fresh start