Words For Wednesday: Un-Squinch Your Eyes (Audio)

Audio of myself reading my newest poem. Enjoy! Xoxo 

~Writer Yogi 

Words For Wednesday: Alive When Vulnerable

I find that I'm the most alive when I am vulnerable. 


When I open my heart so much I want to burst! 
I am overflowing with excitement and sharing it all with others and all I can do is wait and see how they feel about it. 
Of course, it can go either way. Positively or negatively. 
It's the fact that I got out there.  
The fact I went out and tried to do or express what I felt was best.  
What I felt needed to be done. 


The Love I felt needed to be shared.  


Yes, as my heart stretches open beyond its own space and at the same time making room for others to come in,


 I am happy. 


My heart is not just on my sleeve. 
I wear it like jewelry or let it come out in other parts of me 
wherever, however, whenever.  


It's my wedding ring, 
my eclectically dangling earrings, 
how my hair grows from my head, 
my eyes glazing over with wonder, 
the way I touch things as if I was still five, 
figuring out how to move from chaturanga to upward dog. 


It is this. 


Telling you, how I feel. 


My heart is my body, spirit and mind wrapped in the universes warm breath we call Life. 


As we all are. 


Hey, we're all stronger than we thought.


Namaste My Friends,


~Chelle aka Writer Yogi 

Words For Wednesday: The Day's Movement (poem)

I. Dawn
Moon covers his head under the sheets
While Sun sweeps her hand over the hillsides.
Ruffling the roosters feathers before he crows.


II. Morning
I woke in the garden to a purple sun.  
The Morning Glory whispers the day's love for me.


III. Dusk
The drunken butterfly dances towards the setting sun.
Determined to love the biggest flower he's seen
Before she wilts below the horizon.


IV. Night
The Wolf's howling swoons the Moon.
She blushes luminously. 

Words For Wednesday: Head Back Hair Dancing

Head Back Hair Dancing 

The woman I really am is a familiar stranger on the street.

We walk by each other

Shoulders

Oh…so…close…

And just

               miss

We turn our heads back,

Almost sure we know each other.

Like two lovers in slow motion

Gazing to the other side of the crosswalk at rush hour.

One day, I’ll stop her and say

“We haven’t met each other, but God we belong together.”

And with her head back and hair dancing

I’m embraced in her laughter

As she asks,

“What took you so long?”

~Writer Yogi