Same Old Way
The poem, Same Old Way, was written when I was 24. I used to judge my older poems from ego without spirit, but I read them now.
Still
If you don’t know the kind
Of person I am
And I don’t know the kind
Of person you are
We can Still.. Love each other
FALL..FALL HARD..TO LOVE
I am so grateful.
Even when I seem to forget, I am grateful.
That’s who I truly AM.
But, sometimes, I forget.
I get distracted.
I get distracted by appearance.
I get distracted by my body.
I get distracted by the feelings.
One Ingredient
We are the egg
To be broken open by Life
Whether we create an
Omelet
A pie
Cookies
Or a dish…
I Exist
I have heard you.
And I have heard you say that I don’t trust you.
But the truth is that.
You don’t trust yourself.
