When I see the world
of wise old trees
Misty topped mountains
and unsettled seas
The glory of all is in the sky above
with a soft image of colours,
sunbeams and doves
The heavenly rays
of light so warm
On a sea of blue
and clouds of a storm
Scents are crisp
with hints of rain
The crunch of leaves
with their coloured veins
I slowly take in
all the beauty around
Soon a blanket of snow
will cover the ground
By~ Lisa
Calm and quite under the sea
where it’s so dark and cold around me
I hold my breath and look to the surface
there is a soft light shining down with purpose.
The storm has receded and it’s time to regroup
all ready to deal with what I must recoup
swimming up it seems so far away
my arms feel like they are papier-mâché.
It must be close because the water is warm
the surface is sparkling like a perfect art form
the light, it draws me up and it feels so right
not like the depths below that are as cold as night.
I wave goodbye to the silence of the sea
because under the water is no place for me
my heart wants to cry and dance and sing
it wants to be a part of everything.
By~ Lisa K
I’ve got no place I’m headed
Nowhere I feel at home
I’ll travel the world to seek something
Just not sure what I’m looking for…
Trying to find a reason
To go on in this world of pain
Can’t find the beauty in the sunshine
All I can feel is the cold rain
One day I saw you there
I stopped running and saw where I belong
You gave me this sudden feeling
I couldn’t breathe it was so strong
Now I have a meaning
and it feels like the world was meant for me
For me to be with you
Cause loving you is all I need
Hi friends,
It has been a few months since I have shared a post with you, wow! It’s not that I haven’t been writing, moreover that I have been busy with some changes!
The funny thing about change, it’s always there, it is really the one thing we can truly count on in life. And yet…it can cause a hurricane of emotion, dislike and even cause problems if we try to avoid it. I truly find that writing helps me to unbox and understand my thoughts and feelings and today I would like to share a poem with you about change. Moreover, after reading it, I would be very interested to know your thoughts on change as well.
How does change feel?
One day it may be sunny,
On another it may rain,
Like the unpredictably of weather,
Things in life will always change.
Why are we continually so resistant,
To something we are constantly exposed,
Why is it so difficult sometimes,
To finally learn to just let go.
Patterns that make us happy,
Ones that make us sad,
It seems we desire familiarity,
We want something that we’ve had.
Grasping, holding, desperately coddling,
Wishing that all will be the same,
But how can we grow in life?
If we want everything to be so tame.
Like a child learning to walk,
Branching out can feel so alien,
But if you don’t believe and take that step,
The past’s grip is as strong as titanium.
Feel, think, believe and trust,
It’s all within your strength of will,
Your desires are within your reach,
Let your inner voice guide your skill.
Suddenly you behold the truth,
Your heart races with the realization,
That to enjoy the beauty of this life,
You must be open to this revelation.
By: Lisa Michelle♥️
I thought I would do something a little different as far as writing goes to try and tap more into my creativity. In doing so I thought I would follow the idea of writing based solely on the inspiration of a word. I have seen blogging groups leave threads open like this and the intention is to help stir this creativity. When I started to think about what word to use, I thought I’d open a dictionary and find one randomly but then suddenly the word tree came into my mind and I went with it…
Tree
Leaves fall off randomly as the wind whips the tree’s branches this way and that. The branches give way with ease, flexibly moving with each gust. With each thrash, seeds fly off and if they are lucky enough to land on the forest floor in a spot where rays of the sunlight shine down to, they will likely germinate and grow. It is purely by chance that they are lucky enough to come into existence and once that miracle occurs, and they manage not to be trampled by animals or eaten, they will be around for a long time. They live for centuries and see many events come to pass. Passively listening and moving slowly as they grow towards the light of the sun. Their rings demonstrate the obstacles they must overcome in times of drought or cold. They wear these as insignificantly as the rings that show their strongest and most plentiful years of growth. Like an iceberg, that which we can see above in all its glory is only but a mere glimpse of the immensity and complexity of what lies below. In silence, they quietly breath in the carbon dioxide from the air and in return provide life giving oxygen for the inhabitants of the earth. They are the custodians of our existence, the artists who paint the beautiful blue hues in our atmosphere and are literally responsible for each and every breath that we take.
The trees are akin to our inner seer, our divinity or force of life. We are born with all of the wisdom required to exist in this form, but are without faculties to grasp it and revel in its blissful glory. Our light is forever an observer, waiting for us to realize and bring to fruition the lessons we have to learn within our lives from our biological existence to our transcendental essence itself. The beauty and grace of our inner light is only revealed in tiny drops and when we least expect it. It is those times when we feel the sudden burst of attuned perfection of alignment in our body mind and soul and they vanish as uncontrollably as they may appear. We unknowingly tap into that sacred part of ourselves at times when we are working within our dharma or true purpose in this world. This is what may drive some to become more trained in the learning of how to witness and in essence become yoga. This is the enmeshed existence of life with an acute awareness of our own divinity, something that is to be experienced only by a tiny fraction of the devoted monks and practitioners of spiritual awakenings.
Like the trees, we all wish to know our purpose and give of it freely without attachment. We are jaded by this attachment which is what leads us to lose touch with our effulgent light, to be drawn into the dark. To feel anger, fear, scorn, hatred and jealousy and that is what draws out the evil that will inevitably hold us back forever.
By~ Lisa Michelle♥️
My So-Called Yoga Life 