Inner Medley...

formerly known as LoveLifeNotes.

  • 21st June
    2012
  • 21

The moon screams.
   I can hear its cries.
                   Its tears pour
            through the trees
         in the night sky.
    It cries for you.
    It cries for me.
    It cries for us.
    …what will never be.
          Sleep,
         sweet moon,
        sleep.
   There is time tomorrow
                         to weep.

  • 14th June
    2012
  • 14

Sunshine Fills My Lungs

The sound of sunshine
     fills my lungs
            with so much joy.
      The warmth
       soaking through me…
                  through my skin
                  through my bones
                  through my soul.
         (Healing from within.)
I can hear it,
   the sunshine,
       resonating within me
                like a child’s laughter
          with the scent of freedom
      on a cool, crisp morning.
            The vibrations in the air
      akin to a concert of emotion,
     ears flooded with musical notes
                   and lyrical notions.
        Its radiance knows no bounds.
My heart may burst
             through my ribs
             through my breasts
             through my skin
                to feel sunshine
                        at its core.

  • 9th June
    2012
  • 09
  • 8th June
    2012
  • 08

Feel

The heart isn’t meant as a life force. It isnt just a muscle to pump blood through our bodies and back like an engine runs a car. It’s purpose is to feel. Feel everything; your pounding heart in your chest, your lungs, gasping for breath, your muscles contracting and releasing as they work overtime, your skin tingling with the rush of adrenaline, and your hair blowing in fresh air. Just feel it. Every little bit of it. Feel your heart rush and race with passion and excitement. Feel it break with sadness and heartache. Feel it tugged on by sweet things and tender moments. Feel it crush with death and uncertainty. Feel it melt with sincerity and unexpected surprises. Feel it expand with laughter and love. Feel it overflow with birth and nature and all that life has to offer. But you aren’t really living, unless you remember to feel. Just feel.

  • 1st June
    2012
  • 01

Hot Summer

Rain falls softly
  on the blazing earth
 immediately soaked up by its thirst.
                It is far too damp outdoors
           for my bones to feel fire.
Dust being washed away
   from streets
  and street signs.
 Nature’s housekeeper working overtime.
                   Who will blow the dust
                         from my veins
                   and bring me back to life?
City walls are crumbling
    from the stagnant heat
      and roads breaking and falling apart
                    I think the bricks
                            are being used
              to construct barricades
                 around my weakened heart.

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29

Grounded

Great oak,
   mighty and strong,
  withstands treacherous winds -
    rooted deeply within the ground,
  determined to stand tall,
     sways gracefully with
         heavens breath
             but never falters.

Sweet sappling…
  there is so much you could teach me.

(Source: innermedley)

  • 29th May
    2012
  • 29

Grounded

Great oak,
   mighty and strong,
  withstands treacherous winds -
    rooted deeply within the ground,
  determined to stand tall,
     sways gracefully with
         heavens breath
             but never falters.

Sweet sappling…
  there is so much you could teach me.

  • 26th April
    2012
  • 26

Lessons in Nature

innermedley:

Do you hear it?


The wind in the trees.
    Leaves rustling, with knowledge,
            of a storm pending
       their veins - ready and waiting
  patiently aching
for a sweet release
          from the heavy sky.


Roots reaching - 
        below,
            under foot,
                and down
          stretching southern legs
       towards the center of the earth.


Branches reaching - 
        up
            over head
                and above
          stretching northern limbs
    towards the center of the universe.


Pulled -
           in every direction.
Focused -
              on so much.
                                            And still…
                                  the wise old tree
                          never fails
                 to look towards the sun.

  • 25th April
    2012
  • 25

Lessons in Nature

Do you hear it?


The wind in the trees.
    Leaves rustling, with knowledge,
            of a storm pending
       their veins - ready and waiting
  patiently aching
for a sweet release
          from the heavy sky.


Roots reaching - 
        below,
            under foot,
                and down
          stretching southern legs
       towards the center of the earth.


Branches reaching - 
        up
            over head
                and above
          stretching northern limbs
    towards the center of the universe.


Pulled -
           in every direction.
Focused -
              on so much.
                                            And still…
                                  the wise old tree
                          never fails
                 to look towards the sun.

  • 3rd January
    2012
  • 03
  • 12th December
    2011
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