You Have to Be Careful

You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.

What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.

by Naomi Shihab Nye, 

The Optimistt

I did a test this is the result it turns out it was right lol.....

You have a contagiously optimistic outlook on life, and your mental framework is insanely remarkable. You've passed through many hardships and kept your head up all the way. Deep down you truly and honestly believe that things will always get better. And precisely because of this natural elation you have, life always rewards you with amazing gifts.

The Path

when I take my mind,
to my soul’s eye-
see my life,
in the simple measures-
of being,
far from the complexities-
my mind creates for me,
if the choices that rise-
with my waking speak,
breath to prayer-
prayer to mantra,
mantra to truth-
what strengthens me,
to hold close to my-
life’s purpose,
not listening to the naysayers,
when I see the signs-
without letting judgment appear,
when I take the wise way-
into my heart,
surrendering it all,
even when uncertain comes,
trying to steer me clear-
from my quest path,
what comes to my heart,
the opening to my soul’s work-
some things are clear and sure,
some things unknown and dark,
the ease of my steps,
when courage comes-
toe to toe-
with the storm that approaches,
it touching my breath,
I see the sun gleaming,
behind it all.
walk through dear one,
love that abides-
that is inside,
protects you-
you are the voice,
that cries, whispers, weeps, shouts,
and sings-
I often begin with nothing,
sometimes everything,
it all spiraling and winding-
to touch the path-
I am meant to meet.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Heart's Calling

Nature Knows

Dreams are made of these

Baba's girl

End of the Day

Kindness

Peace

peace always comes,
to the holding-
and the scattering,
of me.
watching,
waiting,
patiently as my soul waits-
for my returning,
to its quiet embrace.
no turning of any stone,
no raising the bar higher-
of what I must reach,
to find my peace or-
state of being.
I see how my chaos,
wants to control me-
how it wants to,
make simple into difficult-
make my rain into a raging storm,
but…without making-
anything right or wrong.
I pull back in from it-
I allow compassion,
to come-
to hold my hand as if,
I am a child-
seeing the autumn sun,
rising for the first time.
breath of me,
completes me-
guides me,
as I look inside of me-
into the mirror of my soul,
I smile and see-
the light of me shining,
always there… waiting for me.
Heart's Calling
Heart's Calling Poetry Author Page
www.heartscallingpoetry.com

Cultivate

We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honor the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection. Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves. Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.
~ Brené Brown,

Happy Valentine

Healing

Universe

Flowers of thought

Through the Looking Glass

if the looking glass,
I look through-
is painted with fears,
clouded with misgivings-
stained with my tears.
if I look through,
the looking glass-
who do I see,
do I cringe and hide-
curl up inside,
the cracks of it-
seep into my scars.
a voice says,
step through the-
looking glass,
into your soul-
the beauty that embraces you,
the truth your heart holds-
see the weightlessness,
of your lighted being-
float through the breath,
of light and love,
it finds your loveliness-
breaking through,
your visions of wretchedness-
you were molded by patterns,
that break and crack-
at your reflection,
but through the eyes-
of your soul,
you will find-
your resurrection,
death to life-
your being so bright,
you are more than-
the lies that steals,
your life from you.
what you truly see,
in the looking glass,
is the light of-
a shining star,
piercing the dark-
of your pain,
bringing you back-
to your beautiful soul again.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©

Attention

Aware

Freedom

Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.
~ Thich Nhất Hạnh