Moving On

A furball's sleeping on my bed
Sleeping like a log.
My pillows used to smell like you
now they just smell like dog.

I chucked your toothbrush in the trash
I finally threw it out.
It took a month to have the nerve
But then I fished it out.

Your dirty cigarette butts
Are piled where you threw them.
The dog's been checking out the pile
A now begun to chew them.

Your soap's still in the shower
Your towel is on the hook
The sheets we used, still on the bed
Can barely stand to look.

I'm throwing out the bar of soap
I'm cleaning up my lawn.
When I finally throw that toothbrush out
I'll know that I've moved on.

hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers.....emily dickenson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Love is Reckless - Sufi Poem

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong, consuming herself unabashed.

Yet in the midst of suffering love proceeds

like a millstone, hard surfaced and straight forward.

Having died to self interest, she risks everything

and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause give it back again.