Life is not what happened back there or what might happen up ahead. Life is like the rhythm of the heart — every breath, every blink of the eye. It is beat by beat, moment by moment. This…is all there is. This…is all we need. – Andy Puddicombe
Irish night with a few black beers for luck stood elbow to elbow in the midst of strange drunkards three sheets to the wind placing little wagers before the clock struck and the tender turns us away like the last three nights we’ve been
Dead of winter as the winds howl I’m still out there searching for you footprints quickly cover forgetting how far I’ve come my hands, no longer feel my breath, stolen my eyes, blinded by this storm my heart, almost empty my will…unbroken
I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked it, and informed me last week of their intention to share it for their own audience. It made my day and gave me something to smile about given the world’s current state. (A post about that is coming) Now, some of you have already read this poem here on my site, but I thought I would go ahead and share it once more to help take our minds off some of the craziness that’s going on.
As always, I hope you enjoy it. Please don’t forget to comment and tell me what you think. It’s all of you and your continued support that drives my writing and I’m lucky to have such a awesome following.