to never forget

oh to start, never forget a promise you've made or been made

and well goodness, I've forgotten the notion which compelled me to write a poem on this subject

but ah, 

it has been remembered.

a notion, 
to never forget:

how beautiful the unknown is.

how easy it is to breathe deeply, to return to calm.

the past should be reflected upon, but not dwelled,

the present is precious and ripe with possibility,

the future is wonderfully mysterious; never frightening if in the right state of mind.

never forget to peel away the thick outer-layer of your heart which masks the tender succulence beneath, that it is.

never forget to take it slow, listen then speak, when overwhelmed by all.


the clock ticks and objects dangle and rest

just as my crochet dress cascades upon the white wooden shutter of my window

it hangs as a curtain, though time never anticipated it would.

the once-future sculpted its present self.

today, the garment a decoration for my bedroom

tomorrow, the garment a decoration for my body


the metaphors pour into and out of one another, 

and the clock tells me it's time for sleep.


never forget, to let yourself rest. 

to learn

I wish to learn more about the aesthetic in which my mind operates,

because while most often I find myself fixated with the beautiful and the delicate -

I know that there are other realms of imagery I can find myself enthralled by.



so essentially, it is zen I am attempting to embody

the spirit of meditation itself,

the aroma of chamomile, lavender, jasmine tea,

the texture of handmade pottery, 

the weightlessness of smooth winds, 

   rushing unto my skin just as soft waves crash unto shore -

allow me to fill with the emotional energy of the sky

. . .

returning

it's been quite awhile since I've felt this way

nevertheless, I am overjoyed to have returned to this state of mind.

a sense of peace fills me with grace, so softly, gently

though I am sturdy as a tree's seemingly impenetrable trunk -

yes, to human hands, the cylindrical vessel of bark layers feels impossible

and thus, almost magical.


to travel onward with my thoughts,

I must express the handful of promises I am in the midst of making to myself.

I. to appreciate beauty

II. to remain composed and conscious of my own understanding of poise

III. to dismiss negative energy as quickly as possible

IV. to love with great passion and sincerity

V. to sustain an aura of kindness to all

VI. to be aware of my own thoughts and emotions in a way that allows for maximum internal and external growth

VII. to release tension with grace and ease

VIII. to fill and empty with inspiration ceaselessly

IX. to listen deeply to others and attempt to understand them as best as I can

X. to accept what is and know that Grandma Norma's sayings can heal any kind of wound



please, sweet self of mine,

listen to yourself and remember the being who filled with radiance, light, energy, goodness, and purity each time she practiced yoga. 

travel onwards to reach and transcend the essence of that being.

and never cease to imagine what may now seem unbelievably beautiful.

"have faith in the future," I once told a good friend.

she said she'd always remember that.

and because of that, I'll always remember too.


{namaste}