[Quiet Mind]


I walk among you as though I belong. A stroll through a park, an afternoon at a cafe, a morning shopping at a marketplace. I follow all of you and try my best to be just like you all. I laugh and cry and feel the same things that you all do.

But I am different than you. I don’t see things the same way you all do. I don’t know why I am this way. Why I see the consequences of your actions and know why the world is going wrong. But when I’m the only one who sees, how am I supposed to make you all see what I see?

Have you ever known something, known it to be the truth in its entirety, but no one else could understand quite as well as you could? That is how my ideas are, all the time. Is it not possible to quiet my mind? To hush up all the notions that are so clear to me but so ridiculous to others? To prevent me from being so different than anyone else. Is there anything to at least make it less obvious? 

All I can do is keep sitting, keep waiting, keep thinking on what I need to do, I guess. Eventually, hopefully soon, I’ll find my quiet mind. 


[Poem][Warm Cup]


I think it’s time that I finally see

Beyond what is here and what can be

To see more often what there is to find

To show more people what’s right in front

Of all there is to realize the awe

The most wonderful things that we can see

To experience each other and our selves wholly

To think more of them and of us

It will only begin when we begin too

Let’s open our door and sit for coffee

A warm cup on any day is comforting

No matter when or who it is with


[Poem][But Yourself]


But Yourself


Is there something more to it all that we do?

Are we driven to succeed because we want to or because we have to?

This world we live in, this constant economic consumerism.

What is so wrong with working at ground level, at a clothing store,

Or dollar store or grocery store?

If you’re doing what you love, and living contently,

why does the amount of money you have matter?

If you’re comfortable and around the people you need,

why does gaining more at the cost of contentment seem appealing?

When we are happy, does that not mean success has been obtained?

If happiness in a one bedroom apartment, in a retail position,

spending extra time on family, friends, and hobbies that are cherished,

Does more need to be done?

Going back to school and seeking what is considered ‘better’ employment,

something that has to be done?

To impress those around?

Or worse yet, strangers never to be met again?

Make a move, make a change, drive yourself to the edge,

to achieve something more,

But make it for yourself, it WILL because YOU want to do it.

It will NOT be for someone else to gawk at, it will NOT be to impress the strangers,

Anyone but yourself.