All of life is a poem

:a series of original quotes about what we are and how we do this thing we call life.

LOVE YOUR LIFE QUOTES


All of life is a poem
And we, her syllabic truths

-billie marie

There is a coyote living in the park where I walk with my dog, Zora, many mornings. We saw the animal, what looked like a coyote, walking out on the frozen lagoon one early Sunday morning. A co-worker confirmed a sighting while driving to work a couple of days after that. The next day, during another early morning meander through the park, Zora decided to play copycat and walk out onto the ice. She seemed right at ease, like she belonged. When I saw her out there, I didn’t see her as a confined house pet. I saw her as the coyote, without her leash and collar – free.

What is a poem, but an expression of life. And what is life, but a beautiful poem; spoken and chanted, built and picked apart, constantly being written by us all. How do we live it? Do we live in fear? Or, do we chose to live free?

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Love Your Life Quotes

Ingratitude is the captor of joy.

Theodore Roosevelt said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” I’ve come to believe it is actually a lack of gratitude that keeps our happiness imprisoned, leaving us wondering …What more? Where next? Who now?

When we focus on what we already have and already love, we tend to feel content. We may even find our worries diminishing, and anxiety about what else is out there to achieve, accomplish, experience or conquor no longer rules our thoughts.

Be grateful! Be free to be happy!

Points of contact 4

People sacrifice the present for the future. But life is available only in the present. That is why we should walk in such a way that every step can bring us to the here and the now.

Thich Nhat Hanh

This poem is a dialogue, a conversation between two beings about relationship. When I’d finished writing it, I realized that each stanza was strong enough to stand alone. This is the last of a series of four posts featuring each section of the poem.  See it below in it’s entirety.


points of contact

We are points of contact upon the plane of one another’s existence.
I am from the 9th dimension, and you can’t see even 10% of me;
just a tiny sliver.
It isn’t my choice.
I didn’t make the rules.
I’m trying to show you all of me.
Really, I’m just being me.
Just being.
But the laws of the universe, ya know?
You keep getting upset with me because you can’t understand.
Closed and withheld, that’s what you say.
I can hear you now …

“You know what you’re like? You’re like a prized can of jellied cranberry sauce; an unexpected guilty treat, long forgotten since the last of the wrapping paper was put back into the attack and then discovered once again while freshening for spring. You’re there, and not. You’re here, but absent. You’re with me, and yet, so so far away.

I’m yours. I can feel that. You know I’m yours, right? But you? Somehow you’re mine and yet, you’re too much for me to claim. And I feel taunted. Yet, you are not the one taunting me. Who taunts me? It’s my own lack. My own inability to inhabit you, while you fully inhabit me.”


… You worry on and on about what you don’t know.
what you didn’t order.
the man you didn’t marry,
the job you didn’t take.
You think so much on the colors you cannot see
and the whispers you’re ears aren’t tuned to hear.
Just be here.
With me, my love.
And wrap you flesh in my flesh.
And bury your tears in my hair.
And let me love you
while our planes intersect.