Poems on ageing: “Now I become myself” by May Sarton

Now I become myself Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, “Hurry, you will be dead before—” (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem…

A quote from Neale Donald Walsch about “being true to yourself”

  That they who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves. Norman Douglas said that, and he was right. So do not worry about “what the neighbors think.” Worry only about whether you are being true to yourself. Think, act, and speak today from the place of your highest truth. About…

POEMS: “The Somber Tones of Winter”…by Mystic Meandering

Photo credit: “Black and white landscape” Pinterest The Somber Tones of Winter…   Sometimes my Heart sings the somber tones that have lain dormant needing expression… An Adagio emerges as if someone has died; maybe that someone is “me,” the false me… the mask of “me” that keeps falling off, leaving something more real exposed……