Beating the Moment. ~ Edith Lazenby
To Be, Or Not
It’s freezing outside.
But there’s an iceberg
In my belly.
I think “butterfly,” yet
Edges fine as razors
Carve the moment.
I dream sunshine
And count snowflakes.
I see the moon
But am draped in shadows.
I want to cry.
I want to surrender.
I want to throw in the towel.
But this is no game.
There’s nothing to end.
A beginning sits
On the threshold
And it whispers in
A language I don’t know.
Love courts itself.
I want to be happy
For no reason.
I want to be happy
For any reason.
I want to take this desire
And let it sail
On the currents of wind.
I want movement.
Instead I sit on a cushion
With one hand on my heart
And learn to listen
To what it cannot say,
Knowing it needs me
To understand feeling
Does not always know
What I hear in my palm
Beats the moment
And frees me to not be.
I am someone who loves to share and thrives on being with others. My craft whittles moments into meaning and eases my heart. I learn best by listening. I teach yoga and I write. Life is challenging but simple. My kitties make me happy. My husband is my best friend. Check my blog here.
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Ed: Brianna Bemel
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