Author: Ian Trimnell

I Will Not Die an Unlived Life By Dawna Markova © I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes...

Awakening By RoKu ©  the spirit of morning becomes I awakening and filling in the very deep soul within with laughter and light with jollity hugs tears with passion and kisses I am the awakening I am the glad surprise a tiny creature powerless and yet still arise before flashing rays learning to rejoice with all in...

Your love comes to me in the silence, ordinary. Like a child’s treasure I turn it over in the nook of my hand, warming its smooth heaviness. A thought of You, stony, clearly defined, drops as though down a deep well, is lost momentarily, then turns up a certainty in the heart. Cathy Hutcheon © Good evening...

Hope By: Czeslaw Milosz Hope is with you when you believe The earth is not a dream but living flesh, that sight, touch, and hearing do not lie, That all thing you have ever seen here Are like a garden looked at from a gate. You cannot enter. But you’re sure it’s there. Could we but...

The Ugly And The Beauty In Real Life By  Jose Cruz © Betrayal Love Loyalty Respect These all part of real life. All part of everyday life. Part of the life we live. Part of life that shall never change. Real life is no game. Real life is dangerous. Real life brings pain. Real life brings...

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is...

Waking After the Surgery Leila Chatti  And just like that, I was whole again, seam like a drawing of an eyelid closed, gauze resting atop it like a bed of snow laid quietly in the night while I was somewhere or something else, not quite dead but nearly, freer, my self unlatched for a while as...

Give me a candle of the Spirit, O God, as I go down into the deeps of my being. Show me the hidden things, the creatures of my dreams, the storehouse of forgotten memories and hurts. Take me down to the spring of my life, and tell me my nature and my name. Give me freedom...

When I look at the blood all I see is love, love, love. When I stop at the cross I can see the love of God. But I can’t see competition. I can’t see hierarchy. I can’t see pride or prejudice or the abuse of authority. I can’t see lust for power. I can’t see manipulation....

First Leaf By Lia Purpura  That yellow was a falling off, a fall for once I saw coming — it could in its stillness still be turned from, it was not yet ferocious, its hold drew me, was a shiny switchplate in the otherwise dark, rash, ongoing green, a green so hungry for light and air...

Many a ship has sailed from port to port with no interference from Me, because Strong Will has been at the wheel. Multitudes of pleasure cruises go merrily on their ways, untouched by the power of My hand. But you have put your life into My keeping, and because you are depending on Me for guidance...

Once you’ve heard a child cry out to heaven for help, and go unanswered, nothing’s ever the same again. Nothing. Even God changes. But there is a healing hand at work that cannot be deflected from its purpose. I just can’t make sense of it, other than to cry. Those tears are part of what it...