When We Listen


When We listen

When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future

when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls

when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies

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Photo by Melba Christie

When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar

when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are

when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.

One Thought


One thought dripped down reluctantly,

into the vast and lonely

sea of forgotten thoughts.

As it sank into oblivion

and fused with notions unconfined,

it believed it would be accepted at last,

but it was not.

It succumbed along with deep thinking,

proposed in silence, stillness and solidarity.

Philosophies never noted nor known

by great thinkers.

One thought that could have been

a contender, comprehended by the

masses of non thinkers,

with open hearts

to a lonely thought of peace.

 

Listen to my recording

 

-Melba Christie 2015

One Thought

I do not know why


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I do not know why
I do not know when
but my heart needs to be at peace
it beats like a normal one
I know it loves like a normal one
but it seems that it has broken beyond repair
the bits spread throughout my chest
hoping to find the glue that will make it whole again

I do not know why
I do not know when it was broken
into such tiny pieces

They tell me God will mend it
They tell me I need to mend it myself
but I do not know how
All I know is that
what is, is what it is

I do not know why
I do not know when
but peace will be someday

Melba Christie 2014

What is inspiration anyway?


Poemattic was recently nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award.  Inspiring blogger LOgo

It made feel my blog had a purpose. I started thinking about the concept of inspiration and asked myself a very simple question:

What is inspiration anyway? Where does it come from? Is it a process or a random spark of something that fires up the heart and brain simultaneously? I wonder. Many things inspire me. I am inspired by acts of unconditional love. It is not an easy thing to love unconditionally. Most of us believe that parents are probably the only people capable or specifically wired to give unconditional love. So when I see evidence of it, I am inspired. People who won’t give up no matter how difficult life’s challenges may be inspire me. We see this all the time on television morning shows. People who find strength and move forward even though horrific things have happened to them.

Children are always a source of inspiration. As Bill Cosby or Art Linkletter would say, “Kids say the darndest things.” They blow you away with their maturity and sometimes their wisdom. They inspire me to become curious about things. They inspire me not to be afraid to ask questions.

I want to learn more about how to develop strategies to keep me inspired. I want to be able to draw from a bank of inspiration every day. I hope to be able to inspire others to do the same. I believe that we can be inspired with a purpose in mind.

Dictionaries have varying definitions for inspiration, here are a few:

  1. “The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative: “flashes of inspiration”.”
  2. “Stimulation of the mind or emotions to a high level of feeling or activity.”
  3. ” Somebody or something that inspires somebody to creative thought or to the making of art.”

Whatever definition suits you the important thing to remember is that inspiration is also inside us somewhere. We will never know how many people we end up inspiring in our lifetime. But we will take notice when inspiration is present. It will speak to you. It will give you goose bumps. It will come by way of an act of kindness. It will manifest itself in sometimes very unusual ways. You may not get it at first. But when you are inspired there are no boundaries. You will dare to do the things you never thought possible. The mind will transcend the limitations you once anticipated. You will discover a new you. Every morning when I wake I think about the opportunities that will greet me during the day. I am grateful to be alive and that I will have the opportunity to live my life for at least one more day with purpose.

The following is one of my favorite  quotes about inspiration:

“When you are inspired dormant forces, faculties, and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be the greatest person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.” – Patanjali 

What inspires you?  Share your ideas in the comments section. I will look forward to reading them. 

Will We Be Ready?


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Essential question:

Will we be ready?

Ready for what?

To be who we are supposed to be.

Response:

What do you mean?

I am who I am.

I am who I am supposed to be.

Rationale?

We are suppose to be

a seed,

to breed love

unconditionally.

We are suppose to be

a dance,

choreographed with perfect

movements, creating

expressions of

deep empathy, and

the essence of what

life is all about.

We are supposed to be

a soothing song of springtime.

We are supposed to be the composer

who delves deep into our hearts

to help us find our very own arias

and makes us listen closely to the beats

that mark our time on this earth.

Internal Question:

Wow! Will I be ready?

Answer:

You bet!

 

 

Oneness


 

 

Oneness

when I think of oneness

my mind conjures up

all sorts of images and words to describe  it

like:

only one,

not two,

only you,

unique,

individual,

just me,

just you,

one spirit,

the universe,

the whole,

but also a  part of the whole,

all of us somehow connected.

 

Original,

one being,

or even not being,

only one life,

only one death.

 

all things derived from one

1  x 1 equals one

all that is equivalent to one

my spirit

my soul,

my heart,

a single seed,

are all a part of my oneness.

 

Therefore

we must all be

a part of the oneness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When We Listen


When We listen

When we listen
we can hear the unspoken words
of the sages of the future

when we listen
the songs of the crickets
are meant to heal our souls

when we listen
we can decipher
the secret whispers
of the butterflies

DSC_1090

Photo by Melba Christie

When we listen
we can hear
the heart strings of a young lover
strumming like an acoustic guitar

when we listen
we can hear
the harp of our soul
playing an opus
to help us become
more aware of who we are

when we listen
there’s no telling
what sounds will resonate
to help us appreciate
the life we take for granted
all the more.

I thought this was my life


I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
the pictures on the wall always tell the truth

but the mirror in my hand never lies
we all know how time flies

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
it belonged to others all along

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
As I begin a new journey
I must be strong

I thought this was my life
but I was wrong
I see another me

A future not foretold
life has just begun
A fulfilled destiny
of new memories have sprung

I feel my life’s a world wind
spinning round and round
hoping to stop
where destinations can be found

I thought this was my life
but I was so wrong
a new lease has been issued
with no expiration date
because I finally learned
to live without the threat of fate.

longlife

 

“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.”


 

“Occasionally I am reminded that perhaps I should write a poem.” This statement prefaced a poem written by my daughter in an email she sent the other day. She has been writing poems since she was quite young.  I want to share it with you.

 

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Words with others like it

to clear the mind and feed the rest.

Words hidden under a cloak of deception

yearning to be misread.

Words as simple as a flower’s petals

which bend over the anxiety of being so beautiful.

Words which help find meaning in the wells of uncertainty

as profound as an older man

delicately unfolding his morning paper.

 

A smile without the effort that stains it.

A poem like so many before it.

Life’s Cycles


Life is a cycle.

The Universe teaches us this fact.

Everything is a measure.

an inch, a foot, a meter,

an acre, a knot, a score, a chain

Everything has a shape, an identity

mostly unique,

Each beautiful in its own way,

specific to the eye of its beholder

subject to change

without prior notice,

We all age

some of us with grace

as we gain a little bit of wisdom

along the way.

 

Life cycles

no matter what we try

no matter what we do

we cannot give up

because we are the only ones who can change

we are the only change

A bite in a crispy apple does not diminish it

It becomes a part of all of us

Leaves change and fall

because the bare tree needs to show off the

complexity of its limbs,

the very ones that become the house,

the love letter,

that pencil that draws the last leaf,

or the orchard of whatever suits your fancy.

 

Life is a cycle:

360 degrees

of hopes

some unfulfilled dreams perhaps

glorious joys

wonderful views

glimpses of clouds

Enjoy all of it

See yourself in all of it.

All of it is you

it is me

It is us.

 

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Masterpiece


Hidden in her tiny mind

a masterpiece is waiting

A crowd yells, “encore!”

 

 

 

I’ll Just Put It Off Until the Next Life


There is only one life to live
Sometimes, the one you get
is too short or so it seems.

People say all the time
They do not have time for it all
Or they ask
Where has time gone?

If this is happening to you
Just put it off until the next life
I am not sure we are guaranteed
A second existence
But just in case
It won’t hurt to plan for one

It will be better
You will have time to plan ahead
Kind of a bucket list in the reverse

Or it could just be
these are the things I did not have time to do list
In reality I never made time to be me
Instead,
I became a whole lot of other people
So, now that I know
I will not be able to do it all just in this one life
These are the things I will put off
until the next, like:

dancing in the rain
auditioning for the opera
having a pillow fight
learning to play the harp
boxing in a real ring
painting a masterpiece
winning the National Spelling Bee
finding the ultimate cure for heartbreak
designing the perfect kitchen
and making sure
I do what counts the most first.

 

To the true seekers of light


 True seeker of the Light

no matter whether it’s night

or day

the path is clear

and here to stay

and in your foresight

to really see

and to Be

you and me

all of us within

the Creator

of all that is Good.

The path is paved

with stardust

and seeds of

new generations.

Take this Path

for it is Right

That leads to the only One

that is the Light,

the Truth.