Same

March 10, 2011 in Writing by Colleen | 4 comments

Ebbing and flowing.

All places I’ve been before and will be again.

Beautiful and bright as summer sun.

Dark and ugly as pain.

In between, wondering.

I listen for clues.

Everywhere.

Take me where I want to be.

Pure love resides there.

Tiny before exploding into greatness.

No air.

Then I remember.

I’m already there.

Here.

Ebbing and flowing.

Colleen Sohn

Tags: Poetry

4 comments

Lori on March 13, 2011 at 3:17 pm

Lovely…
Mom on March 11, 2011 at 2:00 pm

What wonderful thought… for those of us who travel the spiritual path, how true.
Martha on March 11, 2011 at 10:08 am

nice
Jessica on March 10, 2011 at 9:04 pm

like