life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

i will be


Your past life sits in storage

while your future waits on hold.

Because right now

you are Here For Now.

You may be a Caregiver,

a Jobseeker, an In-Betweener,

a Path Changer,or a Newcomer.

At times you may

have felt let-down,

alienated, isolated,

unsettled, or separated.

Yet through it all,

you managed to keep

your chin up and

your heart open.

Home means something different

to anyone who ever says it.

Home is the gentle hearth of

inclusivity, welcoming those

of varying paths and all who’ve

felt pushed aside. Home is the

familiar sounds of reception,

beckoning us to come in from

the outdoor air of indifference

and relax our anxious mind.

Home is the soothing aroma

of simple kindnesses

wafting through each room,

inviting us to sit down and

share our stories of lives honestly

lived without any fear of being judged.

Home is a warm covering of acceptance

wrapped securely around our bodies,

reminding us we truly fit in;

that each one is an integral part

of the human family and

this Earth is our shared abode.

Home is a way of being.

It can ride along whenever

you journey and will settle in

wherever you take it.

Home is what you make it.

And because you made

your home a kind and

honest space to share

with others all around,

may you find a gentle

place to rest your head

and calm your soul.


Susan Frybort

What falls out of me naturally?

What kind of woman lives at my core?

What music arrives with me as I enter a room?

What is the highest desire I want most?

What am I willing to do to get what I want?

What makes me feel delicious?

What particular things spark my joy switch?

What do my hands itch to touch, feel, carry forward?

What music jazzes me, dazzles me, rattles me, discovers me, uncovers me?

What joy drives me, stops me in my tracks, floods me, starves me into leaving my comfort zone?

What is my greatest desire?

My ecstatic pleasure?

My most sensual movement?

My highest form of worship?


Amy Lloyd


That day I saw beneath dark clouds,

the passing light over the water

and I heard the voice of the world speak out,

I knew then, as I had before,

life is no passing memory of what has been

nor the remaining pages in a great book

waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.

It is the vision of far off things

seen for the silence they hold.

It is the heart after years

of secret conversing,

speaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desert

fallen to his knees before the lit bush.

It is the man throwing away his shoes

as if to enter heaven

and finding himself astonished,

opened at last,

fallen in love with solid ground.

The Opening of Eyes


New and Selected Poems

© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press

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