The Poems

When starting out, I was so excited
that anything showed up, I thought
I was done. But somewhere along
the way, I realized they are alive
and I wasn’t wrestling them into
view. They, respecting my effort,
agreed to be seen. Not to be re-
vealed, but to be loved. Now I
circle back in the morning to see
what they need from me. Just more
of my attention which starts with me
undressing what I know. For the
longest time I thought I was revising.
It’s more a conversation in which I
keep learning how to listen. And
when I do, they will after a time
pull aside a cloth or cloud to make
obvious the reason they have come.

One Response to “The Poems”

  1. maxine smalling says:

    Mark,
    My daughter gave me one 0f your books for my birthday, awakening, and I was sitting in bed about to take a look at it and just stopped for a moment and decided to flip the tv chanel to Oprah and there you were. I could not believe it. I am reading everyday since the start of the new year and sharing with all my friends. You are remarkable and a true blessing. Your writings speak to the truths of life, they touch my soul, and are a tool to my resolution to find myself, to live my passions, to be authentically me. I thank Oprah, I thank you and I thank my daughter for leading me to you.
    Blessings.
    Maxine

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