Ups, there is an angry thought. It’s like a shark hissing as a pot. A strong wave pushes the shark away. Let’s act without anger come what may. A whole school of furious sharks Sometimes fills my deeds and remarks. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say: I’m not the sharks, I’m the ocean.   Ups, there is an anxious thought. It’s like a coral reef cutting a boat. The waves with time make corals smooth. Let’s act without anxiety’s sharp tooth. Sometimes I’m like a diver caught in a coral reef, Unable to break free from the razor teeth. When fully overwhelmed by emotion, I say:...

Love is like a gentle breeze, Oddly makes you neither sweat nor sneeze. Very deeply in the heart it resides, Equanimity and peace it provides.   Love turns plural into dual, Owns not though and does not duel. Veracity of affection at its core, Ever happy and not wanting for more.   Love softly brings up a child, On one hand stern on the other mild. Veil of young age once removed, Everlasting sense of losing gently soothed.   Take care, Helena Smole, author of: – a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships – Balancing the Beast, a book...

Youth, flamboyant with emotion. In love with the clouds and the sun. The twenties full of love motion. Choosing profession on the run. Making the most important life decisions At that frail age without experience. Needing space and parent’s provisions. Excitement seeming like the deliverance.   Flamboyant metaphors losing power. The heart singing modest melodies. In face of life’s middle in flower. Silently approaching the fifties. Listening to the music of our youth. Trying to find meaning in our results. As you can never feed the sweet tooth. You can also never at fifty do...

It’s like rolling around in silk sheets, It’s even breakfast in bed that it beats. It’s telling you to start small And in the course of the day enjoy it all.   There are many paths to get there, Where the heart softens the care: From CBT to Louise Hay, From Phyllis Krystal to a forest in May.   Yet, when one feels the inner peace, It’s like the first kiss. One yearns for it all the time from then on, The most, when it is fully gone.   The answer lies in the modest way, In taking it as it happens day to day. After all, inner peace is like sun, Now there and then gone.   Take...

There goes a caressing autumn breeze. Shorter days calm our hearths and the bees. The miracle of brighter red hues When the sky has the cloudy blues. The contrast of reddish-brown leaves To the dark grey clay under our heals. Green overgrown façades turning red – What placating places to go to bed. Spring and summer blossoms Give the palette of thousands of shades, While autumn’s tints are mellow – The sisters of orange, red and yellow. The stern defiance of the river Despite the changes even to quiver. There goes a caressing autumn breeze. Shorter days calm our hearths and the...