mindful poetry

Poetry, like the mind, is fluid It bends and weaves, sneaking its way through a thought and meandering to the next But sometimes it lingers and dwells on one thought, one intriguing or complex or frustrating or hopeful or reluctant idea that it just cannot let go because letting go would mean moving on and … Continue reading mindful poetry

Thoughts while reading a book

All it takes is a single moment. A thought, a word, a musical note -- something draws you in. It feels almost magnetic because, somehow, it understands you. It seems to be expressing the very emotions and thoughts you yourself have experienced and felt. It pulls at this deep cavern within the pit of your … Continue reading Thoughts while reading a book