Poetic Flow Ann Boothello

We blaze through our days
With questions along the way
Wondering how to get by and make
Something that brings honor to our name
Little do we know when we start the run
That that’s not what it’s all about
Yet we courageously walk ahead
In the hope to leave a mark on our ancestral past
This is important to do for we stand here today,
Because of those in the rear view,
Whatever rights or wrongs you judged them with,
Our ancestors are the reason we are here,
Here to you, may be different from the person next door,
But this life, you see, is such a personally unique journey,
Comparison kills, But celebration for our wins,
Is what will help us remember the moments in life
That we stood tall despite it all,
So today self-author your life gone by,
Thus far,
Regardless of the number left your days,
Remember those moments you struggled yet fought,
For a fair shot at being the best at whatever role you had got,
Mom, pop, sis, bro, friend, wife, teacher, soul mate,
Was there a time when you could have thrown your marriage, or friendship under a bus?
But worked through the pain to build it back up,
Or was there a time, you stepped away from abuse
When you realized, well, what more could I loose?
Or maybe you remember a moment of dancing in the rain,
Or playing in the snow when everyone told you to come back home,
Remember that time when you had a sip of wine with your love by your side,
On a dark winter’s night,
And when you stepped back to observe all the ways,
You made it through your difficult days
Even if you complained,
You made it and tried and that is a win for life,
So forgive yourself for the days you wish you did more,
The days, done by forever more,
You did what you knew best,
Even if what you knew best was a mess,
Love yourself, as you close your eyes,
Remember, where you came from is where you return,
Our beloved home,
This journey is a beautiful ride,
A ride back home.
With love,
A friend.
In light,
For an enteral lifeline.

This poem was written to clean my soul
From the cobwebs,
That lingered,
Here within,
Here in my Home.
I wake in a moment of surrender
Waiting to see
That which needs me
A love
A purpose
A dream
Family
Hope
Work
Maybe I’ll bleed to
Keep them all at ease
All or nothing…

It is in our unraveling that
The wonder and awe lives
It blooms with each step
Each one a little more intriguing
Than the last
We scream, we cry, hope, beckon and gaze
We dream, fight, laugh and laze,
We live in the fullness of it all,
For those moments in love,
And out of it,
For our becoming,
Is never complete without
It all..
So as we start to fall into grace
Let it engulf us and take us into our better days
That what I know now, I did not know then,
And what I seek now, is well…
The nowness in my days,
I laugh as I say that for the silliness in the words,
But it’s the simplest of explanations,
That can shape our world,
For you see we’ve come so much to trust the facts of our world,
We’ve been blinded to the depth of truth
That lie before our very eyes,
It the intuitive soul we’ve quietened over time,
Wake up! Into nowness I say,
Let's ground within our souls,
I’ll learn a little more as I trust in the unknown.

The rage in my mind softens through words with time,
when my poetry takes over,
Like a river it flows,
I feel it’s loudness in the urgency to take control,
When I know not how to voice the truth I feel,
It steadies in the stillness,
It’s firm when it knows,
Not through pure intelligence oh no,
but through tapping into that divine zone,
When my message can be crafted to speak
To the masses,
Then,
It’ll be kind and firm to draw your thoughts to yearn,
So what do we see today,
The split of the conscious, unconscious and unaware,
No it is not their fault.

These times are trying on humanity, but we can choose the way we want to deal with it, to use our mind to make our own conclusions on the state of world affaires and look to action positive change.
Poetic Flow below:
And today we sit,
Head bent away from the sun,
Wondering, waiting, wishing,
For that day to come,
Where we step back out for a run,
I was told to stay out of politics,
To save my soul,
Little did I know, in my lifetime,
We’ll be rolling in the heart of 1984,
We’d be locked in,
Talking about a death toll,
Mainstream media, social media,
Screens feeding our minds,
Who stops to choose which lines are right,
It’s all too quick,
The subliminal lies,
We praise those draped well in a PR clock,
Paying little attention to the voices that make it past,
The gates of the controlling fakes,
Lets stop and ask then,
What does it take?
For a nation, humanity or situation,
To have people asking more questions
At what’s at stake?
Our planet will go on you see,
Means nothing should we stay or go,
If we choose to stay and raise our voices
Through the kind hearted,
Conscious doers and be-ers,
Yeh that right a balance in our time,
Warrior and monk,
Ah two collide,
Scared a union,
Let’s not hide.

Gratitude is something we need to remember to practice to center us and bring us back to peace especially during troubled times.
Writing, thinking or saying why you are grateful out loud daily helps us recognize that there are many things we can be grateful for, that we often forget about.
Most often the things or people we take for granted are the very things that shake us to the core once taken away, and these are the very areas we need to look and find gratitude; for we have gotten so accustomed to their pretense in our life, we forget to acknowledge them.
Much love.