for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
It’s said, when you close your eye… you can see the ones you love. No matter how far away they are. True love doesn’t rest in the brai… it lives in the heart.
Earning my stripes and loving it. The mysteries in life can remain just that: unknown,
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division
If there is one thing that could m… it is the aum. Aum, the resonating sound from the… that symbolizes the birth of creat… touches the soul like no other sou…
I choose to use this moment of tim… I am stardust in human form. A miraculous, beautiful existence. My recent self-integration has led… A cosmic dance among various bodie…
Like fire I’ll spark passion within your hea… alive and bright! Like water I’ll rinse you of insecurity and f…
Told I was born inferior and soci… Defined by gender roles and social… Get used to the indoors Lose all hope of being free Learn to be adaptable to a man’s n…
Anger from Awareness of unnecessary violence. The ability to feel It reveals Pain’s sources. A bigger picture Now,
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
There faces pass before me like th… All in need, longing for help. Crying out, directing their sorrow… Not because I’m at fault, but bec… and because I have so willingly ta…
Sometimes I’m an emotional weirdo… Sometimes I just wanna turn my br… Sometimes I forget that we all go… and sometimes I remember the speci… Seeing beauty in the inconsistency…
Sonny’s blues... the cup of trembling shaking within. Making sense of suffering and wondering
When spirits are low and insecurit… Never doubt the power of the mind! my vices are nowhere to be found..… I inhale and pause, as I taste so… and feel color.
It’s been way too long. It’s been way too long since I’ve shown myself love without the feeling of obligation. One day is too long.
Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?