Guest House – Rumi

Guest House – Rumi

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, Who violently sweep your house empty of...
LOVE WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE AGAIN?

LOVE WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE AGAIN?

Love What does it look like again?I’ve forgotten And That just breaks a heart againThat heart’s mine not forgotten It just needs a little attention Not forgotten Love it looks like this…It’s self care not the kind That’s just sleep Or feeding yourself But the...
Silent Echoes of the Polling Booth

Silent Echoes of the Polling Booth

My election plea please feel free to shareElection’s eve draws nigh, and whilst you ponder tax,A darker truth emerges, stark and grim, a brutal fact:Sexual violence, childhood’s scars, they haunt our land,A plague upon our sisters, hearts and minds unmanned.The...