Posts tagged ‘present’

January 7, 2016

Missing and Reminiscing

*sigh* I miss this. This place, I mean. I miss the poems… reading and writing here. I’ve been writing… Just not here…and not really for me.  Life has been… relentless…  as usual. Not all bad. There’s plenty of good mixed in.  So, I’m not complaining. Well… maybe a little… but that’s not why I’m here.

I am just missing this place again… And this part of me that goes with it. I guess it has been put on the back-burner once again.  Par for the course. I go in spurts, as usual,  and lately I haven’t been reading any poetry, let alone writing any.  Shame. 

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November 27, 2013

Be Here Now

I love this song…   “Be Here Now”, by Ray LaMontagne.  I heard it (again) recently, and when another blogger reminded me of an old poem of mine, Empty Spaces, I realized I never added a song to that one as I often do.  This song seemed perfect, so I added it there.  and also felt like it was very fitting for this grey, winter day as I am heading back out into the cold…
A reminder to just be.

“Don’t let your mind get weary and confused..
your will be still; don’t try.
Don’t let your heart get heavy, child;
inside you there’s a strength that lies.

Don’t let your soul get lonely, child..
it’s only time; it will go by.
Don’t look for love in faces, places —
it’s in you; that’s where you’ll find kindness.

Be here.. be here now.. be here now..
be.. be here now.. be here now…

Don’t lose your faith in me,
and I will try not to lose faith in you.
Don’t put your trust in walls,
’cause walls will only crush you when they fall.

Be…be here now… be here now.
Be…be here now…be here now.

Be Here Now, by Ray LaMontagne

September 21, 2007

Past to Present

Try to breathe tomorrow in.
Try to exhale today away,
for the future is the hunter,
the past is only prey.

Yes, tomorrow thinks its won.
Its faster on its feet.
Still, it should remember,
you are only what you eat.

Past lives and painful memories,
repressed and left for dead,
pick up the pieces that you want,
sweep the rest under your bed.

No matter how you slice it,
all the pieces play a part,
managing to come together,
creating singular works of art.

~ smj