Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Cultivating Soulfulness




On the edge of aloneness
i don't look down
i simply wait

wait for solitude
to overtake me
to jolt me, awaken me
into the other

there
at the precipice of my existence
i stumble
not knowing what to do next

listen:
frogs croak
water tumbles
rocks crumble

immersed in nature
i follow the seed planted in me
twisting and turning

growing in ways
i cannot imagine.


4 comments:

orea said...

blood from turnips perhaps i shall image make~
but this image-poem now~
has drawn water from stone~!
thank you sherrie
orea xo

Sherrie Lovler said...

Thank you, Orea. You open my heart to joy. xx

judie said...

I love this poetry.

Sherrie Lovler said...

Thank you, Judie. I just spent some time on your blogs. Beautiful, heartfelt. Thanks for connecting.