Follow your heart.
Trust your gut.
Go with the flow.
Don’t fight the feeling,
as feelings are fleeting.
Be a human being.
You are all-seeing.
Believe in your intuition.
Don’t cause friction.
See reality for what it is.
There’s so much to miss.
Enjoy life and its bliss.
It does not get better
than this. Don’t look
at your wrist. Time is
an illusion. Trust
your intuition. Become
the person you love.
Above all, stand tall.
Take that call. Don’t
drop the ball. Trust
yourself above all else.
Ride the wave. Do not
cave in. Remember all
the places you’ve been.
Keep moving forward.
It is time to cut the cord.
Tag: days
Baby Gray
Since the day you were born,
you’ve shined brighter than
a shooting star blasting across
the pitch-black sky. You glisten
in the reflection of my eye.
Your wide smile cheers me up.
Your youthful eyes tell me that
the sun will surely rise again.
At just 8 months old, you’ve
given me the ability to see
that life has many meanings.
You have taught me to love
unconditionally. You fill me
with joy and energy. I can be
me with you. I am so proud
to be your dad, baby Gray.
You’ve given me the light
that I cherish night and day.
last night
Last night seems so far away.
Time has gone by the wayside.
The morning has arrived. Now,
what’s left are memories from
what was done. Time to look
ahead as I build up the courage
to get out of bed. Dreams, sleep,
and time separate last night
from this morning. Now, birds
are singing. Most are soaring.
We never know when last night
will be our last night. Wrong
or right, the transition to day
brings us closer to the light.
Life isn’t promised or guaranteed.
Tonight could be my last night.
Odds are it won’t be. But, life
is unpredictable as entering
the void is inevitable. Still,
I do what I can to love: to fill
my soul with love and passion.
Don’t forget about last night,
but enjoy the morning. Enjoy
the past, the future, the present
before asking where the time went.
One of These Days
One of these days, when the sun
comes down as the children
play, I will have nothing to say.
I will just sit there and smile
knowing that life was worth while.
One of these days, life will have
showed me all that I needed to
see. I will have learned lessons
that are taught by time. Experiences
of mine will seem divine. Old
thoughts and feelings become
less appealing. One of these days,
I will love to the point of happiness.
I will give gratitude and hate less.
One of these days, I will feel alive
before I look death in the eyes.
One of these days, my dreams will
come true before my nightmares do.
Hotdog in the Rain
As I sit on this bench, I can’t
help to notice my hotdog is
getting wet. Rain falls relentlessly
from the sky. Each drop dances
in solitude, enduring a new
opportunity to spread faith
and love in new life. Dark clouds
loom from above. I can’t help
to do nothing but sacrifice
the inner voice that destroys
all grace. At peace, I look up
and I don’t see catastrophe.
I see a forgiving sky wanting
to be remembered, crying to be
cherished. As I continue to sit,
I don’t stress a bit. Wet hotdog
and all, my worries remain small.
Lightning strikes the trashcan
next to me. Flabbergasted, diverse
feelings course through my body,
reaching my soul: my fulcrum.
I sit on this bench; I remain calm
Trust me, that’s no taradiddle.
I may be stuck in the middle,
but this poignant pain helps
me see rain as draining pain.
The dark skies help me realize
that life will shine its bright light
during the darkest of nights.
I don’t forget that my dog is wet.
It could be worse; I could be dead.