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o sleep
you are almost within my grasp
so close and yet so far away

o blissful rest
wash over me
give my weary mind an oasis

o restless mind
please yield and stop pursuing me
into the depths of insanity
my heart is filled with love and gratitude
for each moment shared with you

I hope you never loose your sense of wonder and awe
nor your contagious laughter of wild abandon

you are a daring explorer
an artist of wondrous imagination

may you keep growing and learning
with your free rebellious spirit

thank you for being a great teacher
of how to  embrace the now

we play in this very moment
we live in this very moment
we love in this very moment
we pray now

each moment blossoms into the infinite now

no words to describe the love I feel for you in my heart

may your heart embrace all of life's joys and sorrows
with gratitude
A poem for my 7 months old daughter Winnie. My second try, I accidently erased the first version.
there are some words better
spoken in silence,
like a gentle touch and a soft
smile with the one you love.
I sit in silence
and join
the *song of the universe
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
.                            Y  
                        D        contorts
                  O   ­                   into
            B                                 serenity
    
   my                                          while my
                      
                                                                ­                                   mind strains  
                                                                ­                                   strangely removed from                            
                                ­                                                                 ­  my BODY until
                                                           ­       
                                                                ­       they meet
                                                                ­           for
                                                                ­        a brief
                                                                ­           BRA
                                                             ­          M         C
                                                               ­      E               E
I remember when I was lost in depression and self-loathing,
how alone I felt.

Even when I was surrounded by people, who I loved and loved me, I felt disconnected and numb.

This poem is a small message to all of you who felt and feel this way that you are not alone.

No suggestions or advice.  Often the friends and strangers that helped me the most when I was really lost in myself were the ones who drew near and were just with me.

A silent loving presence means a lot when you feel numb to life.  A simple tender touch might not break through the walls of depression in the moment, but I remember those warm touches in hind sight.  

Loving presence were subtle lamp posts that guided me out of the darkness of depression, resentments, self-pity, and hate.

All I have are these words as totems of a loving presence given to me by others that reminded me that I am not alone.  A gentle touch, a silent smile, or just hearing the breath of a loved one sitting quietly next to you.
our hearts beat as one
our chests close together
the falling and rising of our chests
synching into a rhythm

our hearts are dancing as one
with it's unique individual flavor
and adding spice and fun into my solitary life
my heart skips a beat

our breaths go in and out
falling and rising like the great ocean
always flowing with mysterious motion
each breath unique and new

I wrote all these words,
when I could have simply said
"I love you"
I wrote this poems as I held my almost 2 months old daughter to my chest, as she slept and breathed her little breaths and as her tiny chest rose and fell against my chest.
sit still
just be
listen to
heart beating
breath flowing
a zest
for
life
cannot be taught
only experienced
by willingness to
accept everything
as
*is

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