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.
The ego experiences less pain when the realization that nothing… I tend to behave as an introvert m… wrapped up in the contents of my m… It’s a jungle in there and I love…
This is it. LIFE. The twists and the turns, the highs and the lows. For better or for worse.
Perhaps my greatest fear... the inability to unconditionally l… myself and others, including the world. Circumstances and situations
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…
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.
Speaking up and Shutting up Finding a voice Finding many voices With tongues
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
Hi, this is the first time i’ve ta… Maybe i’m breaking the rules? (chuckles) i haven’t been too great at being… i will address you all more than o…
We are not what was done to us Or what we have done Or continue to do to ourselves. Because of the pain. Our pain does not define us,
There’s a living entity whose sole… providing the necessities for all… Our wants may be insatiable, but s… for everything she offers comes fr… Food, water, shelter, and air,
What a chaotic storm life can be, as it leads to the occasional calm… I find myself situated in this sea… with so much clarity, for the fog… Why do I do what I do?
Ground. Grow. Flower. Seed Detaches. Soaring. Wanders Settling. Root. Breathe
Trapped in a fishbowl put on display for all to observe. Just keep swimming, back and forth… Most choose to ignore or worse, judge.
Recognizing beauty: Here I am. Birds as muses, laughing voices... Transcending division
The winter months are coming the cold welcomes in darkness the days get shorter and light starts to fade. This is a familiar place