Posted in buddha-nature, buddhism, poetry on 03/20/2010 10:27 am by Matt Williamson
To look into the blue diamond
to wander through the fields of gold
to smile at the moon and see her smile back
To listen to the birds of paradise
to speak with the wind
to wash away your sins in the streams of tears
To accept the sun upon your neck
– golden skin and sweat stained cotton
to see the life within the dirt at your feet
Questioning your thoughts
each one new and unique in this moment
each one eternally old, shared among the stars
Posted in fiction, poem, poetry on 01/06/2010 09:53 pm by Matt Williamson
Sometimes I want to scream
to beg
to plead
Sometimes I want to smile
to sigh
to close my eyes and just be
Sometimes I am alone
in a room full of people
invisible
Sometimes my heart is torn
swollen and bruised
unable to beat
Sometimes there is silence
even as birds sing
because I am without you
Sometimes I am hopeful
that you will see me
that you will welcome me
that you will allow
Sometimes I am scared.
Posted in fiction, poetry on 06/26/2007 04:09 am by Matt Williamson
What will it take to make me listen?
What will it take to make me see with out distortion?
What will it take to make me understand,
to make me care,
to make me forgive,
to let me feel love.
What will it take to make me notice,
to make me pay attention,
to calm me down,
to smile again,
to smell the rain and not fear the floods.
What will it take to wake me up?
What will it take to change my ways,
to hear the cries,
to pick them up and set them right,
to hold you through the night?
What will it take to make it right?
What will it take to make me cry?
to make me hate,
to make me beg,
to let you go,
What will it take?