balance

happy first day of spring! it’s a good day to reflect on what matters, what we should keep up with, and what we should let go.

my friend Gina, singledust, is hosting a poetry challenge this week at dVerse, i couldn’t resist the topic, so i’m joining in!

“I am hosting Poetics this week contemplating the Tanpura Principle in writing. Do you have a poetic hum in the background of your life that inspires your writing? How does your non-creative life affect your writing process? Tell us in a poem this week at dverse!

balance

not sure how I got here
influenced by others
of course
the vanity of having a Ph.D. degree
to understand the nature of beings
to find the cure
meetings and people
competitions and deadlines
hiding my feelings and not showing
weakness
perfection in each moment
Stop, breath and listen
looking for freedom
I isolate myself
solitude and silence
writing outside the lines
messing up
letting my feelings explode
between colours and paper clips
to find a balance
to breathe my true-self
next day I’ll be ready
a smile on my face
a word of encouragement
a surprise of a new result
observing the miracle
inside a cell
keeping my words and feelings
for later on
when they will lay down
on a piece of paper

rambling

this week was a kind of should or shouldn’t, what if……. i felt disconnected of my true-self, i let people and circumstances take control of my wishes. my intuition was guiding me to one side and i went to another.

right now i have snow flakes dancing in front of me, my cup of coffee and it’s time to reset.

the words for tanka tuesday this week are follow and lead, synonyms only! I’ve chosen pursue and clues, added them together in a double etheree. hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!

hope
evolve
breath, focus
intuition
moments and people
the message comes in clues
learn the rule of soul knowledge
shows up in mysterious ways
nothing should be able to steal it
it isn’t always clear at the moment
joy
is whole,
consciousness,
the commitment
authentically
an empowered person
pursue it without limits
and keep your senses synchronized
confirming that you are in peace now
letting go of any expectation

Sunday Stills – Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson lived all her life in Massachusetts, USA. Never traveled far, but her words took flight and her poems are known all over the world. My favorite is this one above. I wonder if she could imagine that after centuries her words will still be traveling and touching the soul of many people.

Today’s word for Sunday Stills is flight, so nothing better than feathers and a poem about feathers to make our imagination fly away.