Storm — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Storm:

to just sit, and with no small degree of courage, allow every confrontation of thought, sensation, and emotion to simply show itself, a revelation of our own mind in the turmoil taken as it’s natural state. We believe our minds a storm. But they’re not, our natural point is…

Navigating:

that it all fits directly to the moment, just as things are and without hope for change — yet this doesn’t mean there isn’t a wish for different conditions, a desire for our lives to be other than they are right now. Everything belongs and this certainly includes our…

Difficult Season — Poetry — Headless Now — Misty’s View — Moca McCarty Photo

Difficult season:

winters are hard months for me, true for many as well, be it seasonal depression or just the restriction of outdoor movement and length of daylight. It’s a difficult season for some to make their way through. It is for me. Yet I do appreciate it’s stark beauty…

Guest — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Guest:

it’s more that nothing seems gains the same purchase now, no firm and lasting hold to the things that used to bring me low. Dark moods would seem to arrive on a whim, lingering for days in various shades of their intensity. They still visit and I will often…

When it happens:

it’s when it happens by itself, let’s call it grace, and most often it’s in those early hours before the hint of dawn, sky still holding to the edge of dark, yet the world seems to know that light is soon. There’s a sense of shifting patterns…

Very Least — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Very least:

at the very least we share existence, a common air for breath and environment for our support. There are molecules shared between us, a trade of atoms, particles and the emptiness of their reality. …

Never Really Alone — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Never really alone:

that I’m never really alone, or perhaps better said — is that all there is appears from the same seamless source as I do, that I have the company of the world shared within my view. This isn’t to make the claim of any ultimate source of…

Difficult Season — Poetry — Headless Now — Misty’s View — Moca McCarty Photo

Agenda:

without idea or sudden inspiration, that’s how it sometimes happens, arriving to my desk with intent to write but not yet with words that are ready to reach a theme nor fill a page. I have a willingness to wait, patience, coffee to sip. …

Once There Was An Eden — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Once there was an Eden:

once there was an Eden, and this was home, earth, not a far place to one day attain but immediate in its presence. We were never asked to leave, belonging here, and our only task was to honor what was so freely given, to care…

Whatever Appears — Poetry — Headless Now — Moca McCarty Photo

Whatever appears:

without theme, nor idea of even next word — writing follows, and I’m at ease with every pause, not rushing for the page to be filled, patient, trusting in whatever appears. This is largely how I find myself writing, simply with the intent to arrive at the keyboards…

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