A Christmas Poem

The gifts of the season found under a tree?
They're but shadows of the ones inside you and me.
You must look in your heart for the true gift to be found,
It's a package of love, but it must be unwound.
And when it is open, it will be plain to see
This gift's not for keeping, so let other receive.
For the love that we feel, it's not really our own
It's meant to pass through us, lead us closer to home.
So share it with others, however you might
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night.

Why I really don't feel like getting Christmas gifts this year

How much of the conflict we suffer from
is created entirely in our own minds?
What happens when we start to step back?
When we refuse to go along for the ride?
It becomes easier and easier to turn down the noise
But then you start to see what it has been hiding
And it is cold, dark, and hard.

Falling Away

Spinning and spinning, ever faster
Facing a new direction each day

Feeling the threads that used to connect me
Slowly dissolve and fade away

Being drawn through a mold
Watching so much be left behind

It leaves me more alone than ever
And yet I rarely feel that way

Always feeling a little unsure
But moving along anyways
Because I am sure I can’t stay still