Persistence

The strength you possess

growing just where you landed

nourished by sparse light

no gardener to tend you

pushing through the cracks

away from your roots

toward warmth of another

to be seen.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

 

 

The Answer

Now is not the time for tomorrow’s thinking.

Living for when I get there and happiness lands.

Someday solutions for formulaic bliss.

A machine of future making.

Now, is life.

Remove the heavy hat of suffering.

Hang up the wool coat that has been passed down to you.

Slip off the leaden shoes denying your right to skip.

Let your toes feel the mud between them.

Hear the sounds in this space.

Just be,

be your own answer.

© Ali Grimshaw

Within Each of US

Standing among violent shouting,

Angry vibrations pounding near.

Shuddering as the volume increases.

A roar of hate that can consume.

 

Inward I listen.

As the noise recedes,

I follow my breath

to a humming heart.

 

Steady in its love.

It walks where I walk.

It sleeps where I sleep.

 

Noise of the world cannot drown its pulse,

this calming cadence.

Internal rhythm.

 

Strength drawn from all that lives

lies inside me

and all beings.

 

Waiting to be heard.

 

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

Bursting to Life

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After what seems like forever darkness

the light comes back again

each bud seeking warmth

layers begin to open

not because they were told, “It is time.”

facing the sun… their hearts knew.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2016

 

 

 

 

Your Flame

Huddled with survival,

dying coals radiate little warmth.

walk toward that which lights your fire.

fuel the love light inside yourself.

When the wind blows and blows fiercely.

Your glowing flame will remain.

Untouchable.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

Learning to Dive

One day I finally knew that I could swim

in the blue of the sky.

That I was as strong as I said I was.

That my fears were teachers made just for me.

That there would always be cracks to slip through

and times of trembling.

Then I stood next to the lake,

a mirror of the blue sky,

and dove into its

reflection.

By Ali Grimshaw