Peeling feeling lemon
Layers of bumps
not fuzzy like a tennis ball
Tart, but contained
Life asks for lemonade
But can’t I stay a lemon?
If that is what I am.
Category: Creative Writing
Rising
Sun rises with orange tasty smiles
Oats, eggs, and coffee mix with autumn
I hear the leaves crunch like cereal when
I’m walking outside.
Then there’s the design of the ocean
A stretching scape of smoothery
I love to hear the ripples and dance with the shimmer of golden mica sand
My home is a beauty.
a delightfully crisp autumn fog promising sunshine
Night chimney burning with cool morning mists.
My feet are dazzled by the shore while my head is in the mountains.
My home is a beauty
Rising land ambiance, rising mists, rising spirits.
Magical pathways and definite signs
Brilliant sun dresses the grass in glistening crystal light, like glass
as each day fades more quickly than the last
with only time scattering, not shattering.
I am alone in the temple of my studying
who has hope in this life that’s quickening?
The messages on the wind are obvious and settling.
Feathers touch my eyes even when I haven’t been eyes wide-open, a blessing.
head to the ground, I see the sky, anyways.
goddess protects me, restores me, intrigues me.
she is my mystery, cloaked in light. Too bright to see the shapes.
she is the laughter that breaks over silly faces
and highlights dreamy face contours full of delight.
I’m walking on the ground that you put down for me, wearing my t-shirt of faith, that one that was an accidental gift posted to me.
Owl, Hawk, you remind me that my roots are going down, right where I am. I am meant to be here.
Butterflies and sun blazing and all…
The heat makes the air rise, and I wonder how much the butterfly has to move to keep from getting scorched by summer sun.
She is beautiful, but she works hard, while others see whimsy.
She wants to know more about the mystery of the wind, but she’s Content to ride, knowing how to glide, and when to flit.
And when to rest.
Build down deeper
and, reach up higher
my days are speckled with contrast
with energy running low
traveling like water
seeking to ground and center
magnetized to the core of earth
down down down I go
into the caverns of the ancient ones
while above the surface I rise
stretching up ⬆️ reaching, reaching
flying with the owl in the night
wings shielding from the elements
my spirit soars and I long to be joined
with all that is in my soul and beyond
healings given by me make me feel
my purpose is alive and well
and all these dim switches in my awareness
are meant to be situated perfectly
just for me to flick on with strong yesses
I give way to this meaning,
I accept this purpose, with gratitude 🙏🏽
Mahalo, I am love, and I love you. We are one.
Pain drives us
Sometimes pain drives us to hide
from experiences that present possibilities for more pain
And other times, it helps steel our will
Stake a claim on creating a new vessel to
Live in.
Like a hermit crab, maybe it’s time to climb into a
New shell
Maybe forge one from fire;
My shell is changing
My flesh has reduced and my muscles are rising
Some of this is the consequence of sadness or
feelings of worry and despair, combined with work and determination after long pauses
I plan on making feelings of worry, fear, and despair my allies.
Even if empathic, they can be useful.
It occurred to me today that I don’t need to be useful to the world.
But that I would stake my claim of my place in this world by virtue of the fact that I AM living.
I will let pain drive me to new discoveries,
Relationships, and acceptance.
I will allow this transformation.
Growth dreams
Resiliency powerhouse
Soft lover
Open channel
Guided, Effective, Capable
Living off the fuel of my challenges
Facing the fears and being gentle with myself
Loving compassion
Showing up!
Clearing the illusions
Being present
Sharp focus
Strength & opportunity
Seeing the wisdom in the wounds
Building paths and making possibilities
Transcending my perceived limits
And working it, never giving up.
*I’m picturing myself sailing on a ship, being deeply in tune with the ocean, and yielding to the power of the storm while the storm inside me grows to match the might of that storm outside of me. I am ready to build this new way of being in the world. I am ready to see the new ways forward. I am ready to be gentle and yielding in the truth of how mighty we all are. 💖 We can overcome our difficulties. I want to be on that path! I am on that path! I will keep going. Growth dreams, to become more than I am now, I am ready.
Cheers to this full moon 🌕
The clouds have broken
The clouds have broken
And you were in my dreams
Courting me with dark wine and
Deep ocean waves, foaming
Sand everywhere—
Your music was soft and enchanting,
Filling my ears with swirls and rhythms
I even discovered I had a dress for the evening
to dance with you under the fading pale sun
Now I am wondering why the violent lightning
Gives way to such a soft sunset.
And, who could forget the hard rain?
speak.
When I woke my voice was brittle—
The words came out,
but were easily broken.
I then sifted through the debris and emptied the sand from my hands, made up of
messages that, when undelivered,
had turned to dust.
With my warm dry hands I gently held my
throat and let my hands speak “you may not know how to voice
but I give you time. I give you space.
Your voice matters. Never give up. Let anyone try to silence you, but you will never again do it to yourself.”
*is anyone else having trouble with the editor? I did a copy and paste of my poem and the formatting would not fill one solid block. I’m not being too picky about format right now, because it’s not convenient to be. It expresses enough on its own.
Catching glimpses of my Sun life
A lifetime of memories
can show up at your doorstep
and sweep you up in love
like the wind that brings changing seasons
collects the leaves for colorful treasures
to be pressed and captured in scrapbooks and photographs.
We can live in the memory of love
as the wind that rushes through us with intensity just by
that one glance you just gave me.
Life moves so quickly at moments collecting all the fibers of our depths
at other times, still and proportional. Then, slow-silent as snow.
I’m experiencing a timeless place with you right now. It is not a crossroads,
a doorstep, nor a season.
It’s a glorious continuity, a never-ending, undying way for us to collect
ourselves, full of developing smiles and wet-touched by the tears of our trials.
My love is with you always.
the green woman
the green woman
smiles because she knows the secret
entryway; she has the password.
Behind her closed lids,
her eyes shine a brilliant blue: ajna
Clink on the image link above to see the other posts from the cheerpepper team.
delicious sun
the sun is delicious with its orange yum glow
it dangles the edge of the horizon,
painting with wet colors
as it slips into the brown earth layers,
implants like a vibrant seed into the
cool, jazzy earth.
then with a wink, the earth slurps up
the sun’s last light.
Roots
connected in the rudraksha forest
i meditated and traced back into my blood lines
the joys and sorrows of all who came before me
drawn full into my body.
navigating along a nano-sized boat along these channels
I explored my arteries, arterioles, and capillaries;
when I reached my heart, I leapt out of the boat
and dove deep into my left ventricle, swam for an hour.
now, I don’t exist as the meat and flesh of walking
human-normal.
life of bamboo
To withstand an earthquake,
arcing in the wind,
dancing mysterious music
percussive, clinking, bell-like, windy reed
to become so useful as wood, paper, or diaper
disposable fork or spoon, paper-towel.
Life as One of the four nobles, 1500 in species,
powerful, sheltering, in just 7 years,
assemble raft or scaffold any structure, move along
and usher water
grow, once cut re-grow,
improving your roots, absorbing nutrients,
even becoming a vase.
However hollow, always full of utility and movement,
so to become your life,
to become a proverb, and a philsophy
to live as mighty as a tree
When I was in China, students from the University of Beijing met with me and I was given a Chinese name. Unfortunately I do not remember the whole name, but one part of the name had the word, “bamboo.” I had forgotten about it until I found some photos to share that I took when I was at the Botanical Gardens a few years ago.
Diegesis
Each twist and turn
in the story of life
is but a flutter of light
glinting off a butterfly’s wings.
each moment is a whisper of
soft spoken messages fleshed with meaning
during our telling of it
who and what, where and which way when
is not as important as how we felt
when we quieted the inner din
and stared dark into the silence
feeling the holy fragility of the moments
that are too few to give us any true picture
of where we are going…
Cambodia part2: Angkor Wat
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This is the life—
The satisfaction of a statue,
expressing timeless surrender.
We can travel to a memory,
even tarnished, it will shine.
You can dream about what’s possible,
and re-imagine what already happened.
May we all live and grow old
and smile, contentedly.
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