Every now and then, I get a nice little creative outburst when my thoughts want to escape me. Lately, it’s been poetry. I don’t know why, but sometimes when I sit down to write for a time.. everything starts to rhyme..

Sunday Morning Bliss

“Magic within! It’s there, deep inside
Oh the beauty you can create
Synchronistic wonders, silently await
When you open your eyes, go forth
With no hesitate

Still, there’s a sigh
A breath, a cry
Maybe tomorrow
Yes tomorrow, I’ll try

But the sun sets,
The moon rises to the sky,
and tomorrow is today
No promise of another,
So why do you wait?

Make haste! This is the moment
All that there is,
Move along, move forward
Follow your bliss

Say so long, it’s been nice
But I bid farewell
To your life long foe, the fearful ego
A friend to no one, but a mere shell

Take a step, big or small
With no further adieu
Out of your own way
Into the light,
Where all is brand new”