A poem version of Joe Dispenza’s daily meditation — INDUCTION Sit down now and let yourself sink into your seat Remain alert while you relax your forehead to your feet Take a few deep breaths to relax your mind and body In your nose, out your mouth, long, slow, and steady Your mind becomes present as you continue rhythmically And in…

Quoth I to the Raven, “Feel alone nevermore” — Once upon a midnight weary, while I pondered, bleak and bleary, Over one very loved and lost volume forgotten before — So I dogged, lazily lurching, roused myself to go a searching, Among the many volumes found beyond my chamber door. …

A poem about my journey through Joe Dispenza’s Breaking The Habit Of Being Yourself daily meditation — Stop. Breathe. I feel the fear grip me It sticks in my throat like the tears I can’t free My brow now furrows and eyes deeply crease For fear that the tears will fill up and release But fear is precisely what I’m here to face That limiting emotion that holds me back…

A poem about being alive in a dying time — Why do I feel like a dead bird that has lost its wings and tries to fly if it could only fly as it flew once upon a time when time was much nicer and life much livelier and hope much hopier Why does it all feel like a hammer…