Tag: wake up

bloom

March 28th, 2023

In honor of spring, here are a few unposted pieces I wrote last year when I decided I was ready to bloom. Even though I was on a posting break this time last year, I still wrote every day – it’s fun to look back on what blooming felt like back then and what it is to me now.

I remember the day
when I walked away
wished I said something more
or stood up for me at my core

for a while, it stung
all the words I wish I’d sung
but gratitude healed the wound
my true self, I finally found

if I ever tasted confidence
it was just a higher consciousness
now, it’s a flavor I know
a light forever aglow

so, regret and I have met
but love and I made a bet

with a little sip of remorse
I’d find freedom as a course
and realize I am source

Clouds are flying past the mountains
Wishes are made beyond the fountains
It’s like forgetting you can apply the brakes
Time is frozen and there are no mistakes

We wish upon a shooting star
We look for the future wide and far
But looking within is not thought of and simply bizarre
It’s like never checking your speed in the car

There’s so much beauty in space
When there’s no clock or place
Dreaming of something real
Reality is a reflection of what you feel

It’s just like driving
There’s a destination
But the fun isn’t in arriving
It’s in enjoying the duration

Purely living from the beat of our heart
is a journey and an art
As you would put your foot on the pedal
it’s just like being your own medal

The hardest part is the beginning
When I have a thought but it’s just spinning
The lights are on, but I’m still a little color blind
My mind and reality just waiting to be aligned

When I make it to the next part
I can hear the beat of my heart
The words jump to my fingers
It’s all working, the flow lingers

Then comes the test
Time to decide all the rest
I could hold my ground and stay
Or I could run in a new way

When I make a choice
I re-find my voice
Innovation is the track I race on
Lapping versions of me every dawn

Endings are rarely easy
But when I trust me, it’s breezy
This piece becomes complete, now it’s time to live
Life is never concrete, always a lesson to give
scene

March 24th, 2023

we’re alerted by dings
through little boxes that light up our screen
we tune in when it rings
letting this machine set our scene

what if we were alerted by an internal ding
a little chime that lights up what’s beyond the screen
what if we tuned in before hearing a ring
living what’s within, creating our every scene

we once lived in a world without dings
a little existence lit up by humans, not a screen
we tuned in to whistles of nature, not blatant rings
listening to the heart, forgetting there was a scene

like anything, there is joy and goodness in every ding
sometimes the message lights up the inner screen
sometimes a smile comes when we hear that ring
knowing that connection is real and more than a scene

if we’re being fully true, life is more than a ding
being yourself is so much more than acting on a screen
there is a rhythm within, a natural ring
harmonizing our moments, aligning every scene

-Grace
speechless

March 21st, 2023

there are times i’m out of words
and it makes me question
what it means to be a writer
but those speechless times
bring my words to life
it’s in that silence and in that zone
where my words carry weight
there is no word without purpose
a word has a code rooted within
i can sort some syllables
and make sentences rhyme
but there’s nothing more real
than a true word
stacked with another
and flowing into something bigger
yet the truest part of a word
is what it means to me
what it means to you will be different
and that’s the beauty of truth
we awaken our own dreams
maybe that’s why there are people
and there are creators

-Grace

Author’s Note – I wrote this yesterday in all of 15 minutes, I was in that zone :). And upon catching up on my reader this morning, I realized today is World Poetry Day :). It is a little bit wild to me that when you follow your inner muse, it leads you to exactly what you’re meant to express. If there’s any type of perfection, that is it.
balance

March 17th, 2023

Be who you are, not what you’re sold
Achieve your dreams, break the mold
Listen within, be your own gold
Actualize your visions, young and old
Names and labels are controlled
Character and authenticity will always hold
Even the invisible moments are yours to be told

Breathe without any fear
Access a new internal gear
Laugh when you’d rather shed a tear
Assurance is always there to hear
Not a worry when you forget how to steer
Call the heart no matter how severe
Each day creates your chosen year

Bettering thyself is the only thing true
Action inside lets it all brew
Love always stays, yet it still flew
Acceptance is easy when you know it’s the glue
Natural highs bid “tougher” days adieu
Caged fires are fires we always knew
Ease into the sprint, be your own breakthrough

-Grace
space

March 14th, 2023

What lives in between
all the u n f i n i s h e d sentences?
What remains alive in
all the u n s e n t messages?
What feels so real
in the moments we d o u b t?
What is so p r e t e n d
in being driven by an inner route?

There’s s p a c e
in every chase
Nothing is ever done
just in a phase of being s p u n
There’s a specific s u r g e
in showing up beyond an urge
There’s a true l o v e
flying inside, not above

Making my own definition of romance
the rush of being your own c h a n c e
Falling in love with the p r o c e s s
of trusting myself, not the stress
They say “when you know, you know”
but they forgot “when you g r o w, you glow”
Everyone’s busy looking for the o n e
but that person is within if you don’t run

-Grace
the dancer

March 10th, 2023

What if we got excited to be scared?
What if we ran towards instead of running away?
There is a joy in having dared
There is a drive to not betray
What if we relived an experience through new eyes?
What if we loved our regrets because of all they taught us to be?
Perception never lies
Regrets or just how you see
What if we opened the door instead of guarding our walls?
What if we could see the invisible aligning?
That’s where the disguise falls
The fun is in the refining
What if this is a dream we’re living in?
What if we can be lucid and change the scene?
Your reality is your own spin
You create what’s seen
What if change was just a theory yet to be proven?
What if life always went the way you envisioned?
You’d be your own illusion
You’d be internally imprisoned
What if we had no memory and only knew the now?
What if the concept of time was simply a distraction?
Memory is your teacher, but the moment will always be your vow
It is, live to the clock of inner interaction
What if I never find every answer?
You won’t, there’s a song to life – be the dancer

-Grace
fragments

March 7th, 2023

our days are fragments
of our lives
our minutes are fragments
of our hours
our moments are fragments
of who we are

our lives begin
the moment we’re born
our fragments make up our reality
but our reality is made of the unforeseen
so our lives begin
the moment we choose to live

there’s a balance to our fragments
like the way a creek will sway
there are times when we’re meant to learn
and times we’re meant to experience
one fragment will lead to the next
and then it will all make “sense”

if we were born to live
then there’s more than filling the years
there’s a rhythm to find and a flight to catch
there’s living and failing, rising and falling
a fragment needs another to connect
but a fragment trusts another to teach

-Grace

Author’s Note – if our little, tiny, everyday moments/fragments were speaking to us…which, they always are :).
the moment i loved all the times i’ve fought

March 3rd, 2023

It flies in the air
It floats in how we care
Doesn’t need a reason or a rhyme
Just an inner season without time

Some call it a once in a while high, others a source
Some just believe, others make it their course
We all agreed at some point that this is living
But we forgot to clarify purposeful giving

It’s in my fingertips when I write
Flowing in my blood when I stay and fight
Pulses through my breath in the heat of a fiery now
It’s the magic string that lets my universes bow

It’s not a special skill or a chosen power
It’s the choice to be what’s beyond the hour
We’ve all felt it whether it’s been seen or not
The moment I loved all the times I’ve fought

It’s the something that connects you and me
The something that makes our words free
It’s the smile when something resonates
The fearless fire when a spark detonates

-Grace

Author’s Note – in this piece, the words “fight/fought” are meant in the way of choosing to fight and to live rather than just getting through life or waiting for a moment to be over. Yes, “fighting” is often used in the negative but, in my life recently, it’s been one of the most positive things…and it will be that way in my writing too :).
your constant

February 28th, 2023

Who knows where we go
when we let go
Who knows what kicks in
when we give in
We’re in this never-ending dance
to rise and to fall
We dwell in this distance
of living and becoming
There is no right or wrong way
just a leap of knowing how to be
We escape and we run to what we think is true
but when we sit and stay, we bask in what truly is
We wonder if we’re meant to come together
or stay in pieces that simply work with each other
We look up at life as if we’re under an overpass
but in the most real sense, we are the life we look up to
Whether your reality is your own or a borrowed piece of time
it’s a gift to live outside one’s mind
Living is a consistent constant
and being is a chosen instant

An instant that can become your constant

-Grace
a piece of a puzzle

February 24th, 2023

Open book with a stash of bookmarks
Sky of blue with a crimson hue
A winter day with a heated night
A warm meal with a cold drink
Written pages with an unfinished title
A story with an ending still waiting for the beginning
An emotion without a thought
A solution with a hidden mystery
Steady with surprises
Wild in peace
A laugh with a deeper meaning
Listening with a talking heart
A magnifying glass staring into nothing
Nothingness full of life
A full circle with an open maze
A word with an undefined definition

Am I story written or read
A mystery with a solve or a solved mystery
Am I the yin to my yang
Or am I looking for the yang to my yin
If life is my palette
Am I all the different colors
Or the piece being painted
If life is paradoxical
Where do we come up with certainty?

-Grace

Just some random authentic thoughts compiled into what you’d call “ a whole piece”. In a world of paradoxes, I call it a “piece of a puzzle”. 🙂