patricia-robin-woodruff

Our wishes become real and solid if we work on their formation. If it matters to you, make energy become matter.

Today I trust me. I trust in my perceptions. Today I will live my own truth that glows within, a life of no deceptions.

Words drop from my lips spiraling downward; they land scattered on your ears. I spoke them green and golden, but you turned them shriveled brown.

There's something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.

I can't keep myself from creativity. Ideas flash like lightning burning my bones. It must flow out of my hands or it will burst me apart.

I have shaken loose. Like the lily, I rest on the deep water's surface. Not knowing the journey's end, I rest in nature's embrace.

Endings and beginnings look just the same.

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

I am giving birth. I am midwife to myself. Now is a new life full of possibilities. I must be strong like a child.

The beauty that lies hidden, makes my soul tremble with awe.

Our lives are a constellation of events, strung together, glittering; the shapes only being seen from a distance.

The seeds of life inside my womb were present at my birth; a gift from mother's mother, on back to Mother Earth.

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.