Transformation

Borges spoke of his
blindness as an instrument
of transformation.

From miserable
circumstances may emerge
things deemed eternal.

The writer’s wisdom
spurs me to find gifts in loss,
my own alchemy.

The Dream

 

Gossamer petals

suffused with the light of life

enchant with beauty.

Delicate, fragile,

renewed through nature’s cycle,

blossoms buoy hope.

Arid burnt out fields

present surviving flowers.

If them, why not me?

Negotiating Reality

 

Sometimes the sadness

overpowers me and blunts

believing in hope.

In a raw moment,

I surrender to despair,

losing hope's promise.

Negotiating

across the highs and the lows

challenges my will.

Attitude, Reality, and Resolve

I really believe

a winning attitude counts.

I always seek it.

The honest truth is

optimism may elude

my best intentions.

I renew daily

my resolve to keep finding

a foothold in hope.

It May Seem Like ...

A terrifying
tsunami of loss and doom
threatens to plunder.

One's strength cannot match
the wave’s relentless brute force.
One must go within.

Power in silence
willful surrender to peace
greater force is found.

Finding Bravery

Finding bravery,
how to keep it as a goal
when one feels afraid?

The truth of my life,
it falls short of the ideal.
I am not that brave.

For indulging me
in my rambling self pep talks,
I thank my blog peeps.

Seeking the Improbable



I keep believing

my body’s capacity

for self healing reigns.

Surely keys exist

I can use to open doors

unleashing good health.

I will keep searching

despite how improbable

solutions may seem.

Afterwards

After a life storm,
elusive recovery
taunts and beckons both.

One knows the way out.
The brain signals: just move on.
The heart is too tired.

The healing process,
finding acceptance and trust,
all will bide their time.

Renewal’s Promise

Below the surface
of deeply frozen terrain,
life still manifests.

Life in dormancy
becomes a promise to keep
with its renewal.

How soon life restores
may be out of one’s control,
but it can happen.

In Memoriam - George, The Greek from Detroit

I weep as I write.
George has died after fighting
his cruel battle.

Courage and resolve
marked Greek’s approach to MS.
Then mercy failed him.

I say this to George:
a warrior never dies;
only, his battles.

Fear's Great Foe

Breathe, I tell myself.
Breathe deeply and then again.
Stay in the present.

My uncertainty,
already high on the scale,
can self multiply.

The way out from fear,
overwhelming though it be,
is found here and now.

Fun Therapy

Expanding the brain
though it threatens to seize up
is my drug of choice.

So I go to school.
The discussion and laughter
make me come alive.

My brain loves to dance.
Who knows where it will take me?
At least we have fun.

Results Might Seem Strange

We tend to believe
humans are nature’s axis.
Then we are surprised.

Nature’s will to thrive
respects no human constructs
standing in its way.

Though results seem strange,
nature’s grand plan embraces
its own renewal.

The Will to Renew

It surprises me.
Faced with disheartening odds,
one can choose to smile.

The human spirit
stuns with its resolute will
to keep marching on.

The new beginnings,
fool’s errand or found wisdom,
will keep arriving.

A Reluctant Truth?

What ingredient
self rising and insistent
explains dogged hope?

What twist of life’s plan,
what warped strain of providence,
grants undeserved loss?

The error may be
thinking goodness in practice
results in its like.

At Times ...

A call for silence,
a time to regenerate,
these needs keen loudly.

Rustling leaves take pause.
Technology’s shrillness too
wanes respectfully.

Within the stillness,
new growth finds a safe harbor.
Restoration starts.

Endurance

I do not know how
I will manage to endure,
but I know I shall.

Life’s trajectory
guarantees little indeed.
One can only hope.

I tap into roots
spiritual and grounded.
My center will hold.

Waiting

Crackling and barren,
burdened slender boughs struggle.
Their shadows mimic.

Strength in stark beauty,
monotonic in shading,
essentials lay stripped.

Beneath the deadness,
renewal and hope await
their life cycle turn.

Only a Witness

A breeze wafts on wings,
invisible yet present,
passing with whispers.

What mystery comes
in near silence while passing,
powerful in deed.

Full comprehension
eludes my cognitive skills.
It may never come.

A New Start Beckons

It has been a while.
Life wrenched in odd twists and turns
testing my mettle.

Wisdom still slips past
full comprehension and grasp.
Life can just be hard.

Small mercies cast hope
lighting paths out of despair
while I seek healing.

My head slowly lifts.
The moon sets. The sun rises.
A new start beckons.

My wounds slowly heal.
Full restoration falls short,
but I keep hoping.

Treasured companions
sharing my winding pathways
buoy my spirits.