The part of me that yearned for death, it burned as a star ( Read more... )

If I should fly,
before I wake,
I pray my dreaming
spirit takes

a wondrous walk,
through meadows fair,
and in the blossoms
find you there.

If I should fall,
before I rise,
I pray my dreaming
spirit lies

beneath a bower
heavenly,
to wait in faith,
beside of thee.

I have pondered the unponderable,
stormed the wide walls, wandered fell and fen
and glade and dale, cast my net across the vale.
Sunk in sorrow, cried in joy, and yet...
I let you play me like a toy,
and in the end...

you were nothing I would get or buy,
you awful boy,
you were nothing but a lie.
-- Jade Lauron

Metta, or loving-kindness, is the act of well-wishing toward yourself or others. The general practice is to find or create a 'prayer' that is then recited silently over and over again (like a chant). Metta prayers should be said daily ( Read more... )

Sky the color of cold,
an egg of light breaks over
a thinly threaded horizon.
My hands streaked with golden
as I try to stuff back the night.