keep showing
up don’t let these thoughts
overpower you. stressed
detained i see you locked
inside a flame beside
the river
talk to me show me how
you feel. we are water when
we let go
#katyamills
keep showing
up don’t let these thoughts
overpower you. stressed
detained i see you locked
inside a flame beside
the river
talk to me show me how
you feel. we are water when
we let go
#katyamills
Faith without works is dead! within our everyday actions, from the moment we wake up to when we lie down to sleep, we can claim our faith and find freedom in doing so. thoughts and feelings are colored by judgment calls which may or not be accurate. how many times have you made an appraisal only to find out you were dead wrong? and then how you feel about it shifts. feelings are colored by thoughts and thoughts, influenced by how we feel. years can go by being misled, having misconstrued a situation, misunderstanding and being misunderstood! our actions, on the other hand, are tangible, concrete. they cannot lie. what you do is true.
our winter is over
it only just started i
don’t know just
how
i feel
the pace of life runs along with or without you. setbacks make it harder to keep up. sometimes you need to stop and talk to someone. share your feelings. then pick yourself up and carry on.
have their own life
you cannot tame nor deny them
you can notice them
become aware
go do what you do
let them be
these are only thoughts
they need not hurt you
or change or
possess you
in 12 we found fourteen
a chance to come clean
there can be no
hesitation
the thoughts
the feelings
cannot be trusted
go and do what must be done
today is the only
day
this morning i walked out on the porch and watched the sky turn a lighter blue. i hope these morning skies in america never become full with drones. i hope to hold this book that has been in my head and on my screen for so long, in my hands. i have momentum and a routine. i am seeing an organic whole. my challenge right now is how to properly end this. remember. the guiding principle in the universe, god or what you believe, is a clashing and mixture of forces; tragedies and wonders exist simultaneously. a book is a life, created by a life, reflective of a life, and may be loved or hated when read. the poorest anyone could be on the final page, is when they got no feelings at all.
Yesterday I ran and the weather was hopeful, was spring. Today the hopeless feelings come on in waves, and collect inside me then strike. They leave me hurting. I won’t have time to sit with them for tea. I must ditch them and go to my work. I am confused. I am touched. My eyes feel weak from staring at the diverse screens. My spirit is strong. My mind is tired of going over it all. The world. The brevity of life. The many many feelings I mistook for fact. Again I promise myself to do what’s in front of me, refuse to retreat or indulge in the pain. For even if the sun be stolen from the sky, I must recreate the sunlight and be joyful. There is no other way I can live.
i was listening
but could not hear
like a potted plant i
needed time to take on
water. once i drank
i was full
i need to paint my nails
a soft shell blue
to remember me
with you
you are angry
i am yelling
you are pacing
i am telling myself
not to cry
i believe i’m gonna
sound the pitch of railroad tie
a’buried in the ground
locked in there. to stabilize
a nation. split in two
i am crying the earth away
so i can see you
again. next to me
saying your sorries
they mean nothing
they mean nothing
i am space
washing saucers
operatic
you are history
you are gone
i am thinking of you
i am typing
you are reading
i am writing we are
dreaming we are
one
summer’s gone
and come
you are dreaming
i am typing we are
reading in the
sun
little children made a song they like to sing
every april comes around…
then one day
the pink moon got away
turned blue
for me and for you
happily and for
ever
too