Paddle fights

I bow in gratitude to the silent skill of the paddle in cutting through the currents. I admire its strength in going against the stream and taking the boat ahead. paddle fightssteering aspirantsbeyond nightsdark to dawnDestinations stretch to meetdetermination It teaches us how to navigate life when we face resistance. It takes a will to … Continue reading Paddle fights

Seekers

I’m not inebriated, just a little dizzy. losing myself in an oceanIs an addictionNo judgmentNo expectations Swaying to soundinhaling smokedimmed consciousnessawakening spirits I’m not an addict, just a seeker. What Do You See #308

Work-Life

I reprimand someone for carelessly unmuting themselves during an online training session. Deep down, I’m grateful for the sounds of music that streamed in, altering our states of consciousness. Frowns in open windows change to smiles, but disappear as quick as the sun between heavy showers. He switches on the camera to apologise and I … Continue reading Work-Life

Potential

pregnant dawnhides it bulge; but springssurprises-underwritespotential of minds, momentsbrings forth miracles Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 31 - Just One Day

Versions of Love

We danced through fire,kissed storms, chased starseach love a trial,each left a scar. hearts tried many formsbut laughter stayed through the storms.friendship held us close. What Do You See #306

Shades of Life

dancing feet and jingling bellslet the naysayers go to hellMy music is the song of windsmagic that will never rescind tapping feet and empty chairsmy voice echoes in halls of despairwings clipped to stall my flightBlindfolded, I await daylight W3 Prompt #176

Farewell

A knock on the doorWho could it be at this hour?a god not worshippedwalked out of the closed templea forgotten memorybidding a final goodbye Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge