Walking: the most ancient exercise and still the best modern exercise.
Illusions
Religion is faith in anything other than ourselves.
Poetherapy
Writing poetry
is letting go —
once the words leave your pen
they’re out of your soul —
and the therapy has begun.
Eternally
New beginnings happen every day.
Emptiness
when we lose someone we love
it’s not that our hearts are empty —
they are so full with that someone
suddenly everything else feels empty
Smoky
Grief is love expressed in tears.
Forgotten
Desert: a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.
—Terri Guillemets
Passed down
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
Edging out
Seasons depart peripherally.
Agony of anxious
Fear —
not running-from-bear
but running-from-life
Courage —
not getting-up-the-nerve
but getting-up-every-day
Chatterbox
Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.
Marriage material
They loved with a love that was frayed around the edges but strong
Proof of youth
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love