"Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When you don’t know what harbor you’re aiming for, no wind is the right wind."

- Seneca

"The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them"

- Thomas Merton

"Power is just power. It’s coming through you but it’s not yours. Power organically burns out identity. The thing you think is you will actually destroy you."

- Nicole Daedone

Another favorite poem. Enjoy.

Love after Love 

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self. 
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life.

—Derek Walcott


While sitting on my windy balcony the first line went through my mind so it felt like time to re-read and share this poem.

Song of a Man Who Has Come Through

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! 
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. 
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! 
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! 
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed 
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world. 
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted; 
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge 
Driven by invisible blows, 
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides. 

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul, 
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head, 
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression. 

What is the knocking? 
What is the knocking at the door in the night? 
It is somebody wants to do us harm. 

No, no, it is the three strange angels. 
Admit them, admit them.

D.H. Lawrence


""If you are not willing to face that which you believe will destroy you, you will never discover that who you truly are can never be destroyed."—Geneen Roth"


Three Things I Have Never Told Anyone


"“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.” ― Alejandro Jodorowsky"


Still I Rise

Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Adele kindly asked me to post a prompt to her lovely poetry blog, The Music In It. I had fun with it and offered four ways in to the ever-elusive love poem.

Find the post here. I hope it helps you generate some poems!