can be …
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
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
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.
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
I 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
Unpleasant as it may be, the memories of one’s past can be buried deep inside, and some-
… can bring a memory to the present
to be healed
to be released …
* * * * * * *
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
