Deep songs Are meant to be sung In the dark At first, alone And then amongst friends And then alone again To make sure they are intact. Deep songs, when released At the right place and time Make deep grooves In the pavement and dirt And alter the landscape forever. Even if someone falls into your groove It retunes them to their own Inner song And music and magic Happens everywhere.
About a month ago, I felt myself being drawn more and more to the power of poetry. I sort of made a promise to myself that I would actively seek out a new poem to share each week. Well, the art of great poetry seems to be enthusiastically finding a place by my side. In fact, I'm a little surprised at how easily these poems seem to be finding me, little to no seeking at all. When this poem found it's way to my doorstep, it really touched a nerve in me regarding how it feels to take first steps, mainly creative ones. Also, when and where ....and to whom, these fragile and sometimes rickety first steps are finally revealed.