My Words

Understanding the World through words

Navajo Blanket

When I was a teacher a
Few years ago I happened
Across a story, it
Was Native American
Folklore, a beautiful
Legend that
Spoke to me.

when you
Visit someone and the
Company is enjoyable,
It becomes a spiritual

While two people are
Amicably conversing,
They’re embracing.

The communion leaves
Everyone satisfied like a
Navajo blanket’s warmth, worn
on a chilly prairie night.
A splendid shroud that
Heavens and Earth has woven,
From galaxies, mountain and
Fertile streams–

Yesterday, I visited
A good friend who’s
Recovering from a
Serious heart

We had heartfelt
Dialogue about
Our past and present.

I felt our spirits
Connect as we spoke,
Laughed and cried.

I felt we were weaved
Like an Indian-red and
Navajo blanket
I once saw on an Arizona

Our conversation
Cross stitched
Each other’s—
While we sat
There cooled
By our ice-tea
And warmed by our
Many pleasant words.

Night Flower

Last night I was throwing
A pity party,
I got myself all worked up for nothing.

Reading about other peoples
Successes, is difficult
Right now.

I’m in a precarious place,
Transitioning from being
Self-employed to seeking
Employment a fresh.
I feel like

I’m reinventing myself.
I’m self-conscious and
Vulnerable. To say its a
Humbling experience,
Is an understatement.

One thing I can count on
Is my family, I have a
Support system that loves
Me tremendously.

Most of the time I’m pumped
About the future, but during
Times of solitude I catch
Myself thinking about the
Hole I’m currently in.

I hate looking in the mirror,
Because I’m
Reminded of more of my
Failures than what I’ve

So, I write about it,
It helps to relieve the
Anxiety I feel about
The unknown and chaos
I currently own.

I know it’s not wise to
Compare oneself to others,
But it’s hard not to fall
Into that trap in times
Like these.

My wife told me something
Eloquent and it stuck with Me.
“Live everyday the best
You can—for God, yourself
And your family. If you do
That, you will succeed.”

Such words of wisdom
Are important to digest they
Help nourish my soul.

If I could sum all this up
Poetically it be:

I’m Like a strand of
Jasmine that grows
In between two massive oak
Trees, canopy covered and
Hardly sun touched.

Who’s envious of the roses
That bathe in magnificent warmth;

While, I frantically struggle to be
Nourished by the midday

but come nightfall the
Moon and the stars shine their
Brilliant light—

Me to feel that I have
A little bit of hope,
As I envelop myself in the
Coolness and darkness
Of the night.