by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 28, 2019 | poetry
Breathing in the air, sending it deep down into my lungs I feel the crispness and aliveness restored Leaves crunching underneath my feet, A reminder that all that rises will fall I watch the leaves dance golden against the gray sky Without contrast, we have nothing...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 27, 2019 | poetry
tiny skeletons scattered across the beach and I wonder what stories this ocean has stopped, what stories it holds, remnants nothing more than tiny skeletons brittle bones Did they wash up that way or were they picked clean? What skeletons hide away from sight...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 26, 2019 | poetry
The moments are so fleeting The ideas pass through and if you don’t grab them they are gone Floating away, laughing, like a rising balloon string that is just out of reach and then – gone Life is so fleeting The moments pass through and if you don’t enjoy them...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 25, 2019 | poetry
From the first moments as fragile buds, the leaves heard the whispered story of the day they would come tumbling tumbling tumbling down to rest upon the ground, of which they knew nothing. Some caught murmurs of adventure, of the promise of a new life amidst the...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 24, 2019 | poetry
We rarely get a choice as to what the bridge in front of us will look like and as soon as our eyes, our mind, see one thing, it shapeshifts into another always keeping us attentive or else we find ourselves midway across and the bottom falls out or the destination...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 23, 2019 | poetry
The Fire of the Fury Sounds of summer and yet here I sit on the cusp of Solstice and I claim it now. I cannot go back and change what has been so I claim it now. I allow the fire of the darkness to consume the anger, to alchemize it into something more. The anger, the...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 22, 2019 | poetry
10 Things 1. I see the tree sharing space with the sky and clouds in the arched half circle and I wonder, why can’t we? Why can’t we share space in the confines in space and in the vastness of – The sky does not get angry with the clouds for blocking its blue...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 21, 2019 | poetry
In the silence of the morning, boxes block my seat to meditation and instead of moving them, I write and I wonder if Ganesh has placed the obstacles before me to bring me to another place of meditation, knowing my needs more clearly than I do, knowing I can find my...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 20, 2019 | poetry
I sleep I eat I dream I write I wake l breathe If I breathe In my sleep Then I wake Only to eat And then write So to dream I can always dream When I deeply breathe And if I write Then when I sleep My words I eat Full when I wake If I choose to wake And remember my own...
by Xandra O'Neill | Feb 19, 2019 | poetry
Trust. Trust. Trust that what feels broken still holds the scattered light Trust. Trust. Trust in the darkness that the unknown, the unseen, is forming Trust. Trust. Trust that time is a construct we have created to invite in suffering Trust. Trust. Trust that all...
