The moon reveals the best in us.
It reflects our inner thoughts and desires.
Some may howl at the moon,
while others are impelled to dance.
Dance until the sun rises.
Dance until your limbs grow tired.
Dance until you feel at peace.
At peace with the world.
I want to find Zen.
I want to relax.
I sit.
Focus on the rocks.
Admire how they fit together.
How the sun shines on them.
Everything in perfect harmony.
I’m trying.
Not working.
Getting restless.
No Zen for me today.
Full of worries and contradictions,
it blasts away any chance of peace.
Thoughts jumbled in cobwebs,
lining halls of utter despair.
Bells ring along curved walls,
warnings to take care.
One hole is filled
as another emerges.
A shovel can’t do the job,
won’t save me from my pride.
Sleep, be my savior,
refresh my state of mind.
Bring hope to this desert landscape,
full of worries and contradictions.
THICK AIR
There are no limits to
what your mind can create.
No end to
what it can inspire.
With a little thought
and imagination
you can build the world.
Fantasies are ours to create.
They belong in our imagination.
A conduit of our thoughts.
Open avenues for our imagination.
Dream and enjoy the results.
Lost in my own mind.
Thoughts trickle down in torrents,
Leaving behind my empty soul.
Frost turns my lips ice blue.
Ice freezes me in place.
Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.
Alison Scarpulla
ALONE
Alone with my thoughts.
Lost in my dreams.
A deserted forest.
Empty of people.
Devoid of sound.
No movement.
No sunlight.
Only endless trees.
Where my thoughts ring
loud and clear.
The words come alive
And leap from the page
Right into our minds.
Become one with our dreams.
Interwine with our nightmares.
Alive with our thoughts.
A secret place
To call your own.
To think or
Perhaps to dream.
Of better times.
Of a better life.
A place to escape
From the darkness
Of your mind.
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.
These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.
A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.
