Falling, habitually


standing on the edge again
wondering if this time,
i’ll be afraid, too afraid
to jump.
so far to fall,
but i’ll never find peace
standing here.

i take a deep breath
and exhale, close my eyes
then like all the other times,
i leap.
as i fall, i wonder if this
time i will fall to the ground
crumpled in a heavy mass,
it is too late now for fear.

then as it has been,
every time before
the net appears, just in time
and catches my falling body midair
wrapping it up like a

suddenly i’m warm and cozy
on a distance shore, gazing
upon my new horizon,
fear forgotten, like it
never happened.

i wonder
if next time i’ll be
too afraid to jump,
too afraid of the fall.

oh well, here we go again…


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I’ve been working on putting a different flow of words together to share with you. Sharing from a deep conscious place about the spirit of being, living and breathing.
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Peace or something like it…

militant blog

It was dark, crisp and ripe
This day that never ends.
Eternity and illumination
A dream that needs to be believed
For fear of this aching brittle future.
I won’t remember when it is all done
When it is all over
The only respite in my woke state.
Trembling at the thought of possibility
That tomorrow could change, that this
Could end, that peace lies within reach.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018



never blog
untethering my grasp
just allowing
this free falling motion
to evaporate all ideas
these notions
of greatness
that befall
even great men
linger too long
enveloped in this
all too satisfying
world of luxurious
bravely moving out
from under the thumb
til its all just
tiny dots in the distance
cloudy and rained upon
muddy and murky
untethering my grasp

just allowing…


© Inner Eye Prints

Spiritual Poetry

Standing Strong

image twice
I am awake
I am dreaming
Pulling at the strings
Held together by a nation
Of ideas, of principles.
You have captured me
In this second, you see me
You believe you know me
Time didn’t stand still
I’ve changed.
In this moment, I am breathing
Sure of myself, of my footing
Nothing says a wave won’t come
And knock me down again,
But here I stand.

© Inner Eye Prints 2018