yet

sometimes…
it’s all just a part
of a winding path
on a daydream

as your smile,
the river to your sun,
inside its own skin
has no idea
and floats away from seeing

just waiting
for its time
to feel what it can’t
see

…yet

© r.e.l. 10/8/11

Posted for Poetry Picnic 10/9-10/15/11 on Gooseberry Garden

image by simeon schatz

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between spaces of time, misty

between spaces of time, misty
you start to believe
that you always have time
like a river

a precious you
is waiting to notice
in this moment
saved for you

see through
what follows you home
to be your pillow…
a winding path
on a daydream
leads to your smile

it’s already for you
to hear,
so listen to its whisper
you are beautiful

© r.e.l. 9/22/11

image of yoga robin™

by s i m s h a

Posted for Thursday Poets Rally 9/21-9/27/11 on Poetry Palace

river of time

you exist
outside the river of time

so do i
passing through the veil
to this place in my heart

a journey through
before finding the sun…

in me there is magic to this life
to realize the answers

because love survives
tattooed forever
as the one
who will find the way
forever enchanted
to eternity

© r.e.l. 7/4/10

about balance in life

Sometimes I feel like I am scattered in too many places, with too many activities and endeavors in my life.  Every day is different and I wonder if I have a lack of clarity on where I’m headed.

However, I realize with this question, I am comparing myself to those people who are fully dedicated to one area in their life.

When I remove the comparison to others, which is a necessary and healthy avenue to take, I realize the answer. I am fully balanced in my life.

A mother, a writer, a friend, a yogini, a spiritual seeker, a dreamer, a lover, a hiker, a surfer, an inspiration, a teacher, a graduate student, a music lover, a traveler, an explorer, a mystic, an artist, a silent loner, a social butterfly, a fast mover, a slow mover….forever enchanted.  The list goes on the more I think.

It’s all about balance.

I am on one path but have many tributaries in my river of life…  Each day I wake and decide in the moment which branch, like a root, to follow.  This grounds me into myself.

😉

© r.e.l. 7/4/10