Poetry Category

Grave Silence — A Poem by Rita
In grave silence, my restlessness
threatens to explode.
Hence, the grave comes in handy
for my egoic self.

Sensuality is the juice of life.
With it the flower blooms.
With it the tree extends.
Flow, flows through the veins.
No effort needed.
One cell’s juices flow to the …

Peace is in the emptiness.
Who woud have known?
Those who have traveled before me know.
They hold a brilliant light inviting me to continue my journey.
In storms, …

If anyone tried to hold me like they owned me,
they would be holding nothing.
For I am a free spirit.
Free to roam and explore,
Free to come …

Stay the same cuz that’s what I know.
I find comfort in the same ole thing.
No, no says life. Life is change.
Hang onto what was and …

Free my mind.
Release the flow.
Open my heart.
Let myself go.
Freedom beyond my body.
Spirit roams with the winds so high.
Discovering morsels of self,
While soaring the sky.
Self is …