Love

can be …Mom Hug Betty and Steve 2015

euphoria,

longingness, belonging,

physical, heart centered,

familial, natural,

joyous, sad,

bearable, unbearable,

heard, understood,

misunderstood, raw,

vulnerable, tender,

truthful, hurtful,

void, empty,

here and gone,

I believe it will ALWAYS come back to where it belongs – your heart – my heart – our souls – our homes.

© Anita Adams 2018

 

A stone’s tale

 

Heart of Stone

she touched it, rolled it around in her hands

what does this stone have to say, what is its tale

the stone that looks like two lovers

cold and gray

two lovers with a cloak

together they form a heart

a heart made of stone

a stone from the earth

whose journey was a rough and tumbling one

as they traveled in the river once large

to a creek, wearing their edges

whispering to one another

their dreams

picked up by a stranger

found on a path or in a stream

in some random place

on a day unknown

male and female

clinging to one another through the elements

determined to hold one another until the end

whose tight grip formed a heart

a heart of stone

©Anita Adams 2018

A shared Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye

Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

God whispers

 

 

I’m here

in the breath, in the soul, in the strangers smile, story untold

trust me with everything

the tasks that are before you, your health, happiness and wealth

I love you ..really

not only when you are happy, also when you are sad or mad

don’t wait to talk to me, I’m always here

pray about everything and everyone 

then let it or them go

talk to me

anytime, about anything or anyone

I’m your friend

do care for you, your friends, family, the earth, the air

you can trust me with everything and everyone

Always,  I am here

@Anita Adams 2018

Memory Balloon

Unpleasant as it may be, the memories of one’s past can be buried deep inside, and some-

  • thing
  • word
  • one
  • fragrance
  • experience

… can bring a memory to the present

to be healed

to be released …

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Imagine a balloon, red, blue, yellow or green.

Open the mind.

Place the memory inside.

Tie the memory balloon with string and knot.

Now, let it go! 

It does not serve me anymore, or anyone I know.

After all, it’s a memory balloon, and must be let go!

©Anita Adams 2018