Member Poem

I meditate under the sun
I call in its the healing rays
I feel the energy of life
 
What does its piercing light sing?
the soul source of our lives
under its glow, we grow
 
I am waiting in line for a movie
about the poet Emily Dickenson
I chat with an inspiring man
 
I share a connection with this man
I feel the truth in this man
his magnetic essence
 
Such simple synchronistic moments
are part of a dance as old as my soul…
somehow I ponder inspiration
 
I remember all the poems I have written
all the poems I will still write
they are signposts to my life
 
I ponder the spirit of Emily Dickinson
what she means for me
the truth that she lived
 
her authentic eccentricity
I wonder how she made it?
did she enjoy the healing rays?
 
I think about her poetry
It mingles with my serendipity
my recollections of life
 
I get back to my groove
I feel into the weird
tensions just below my surface