Living Well

to live well beyond


your means, find wealth in the breath


that fills you with light

Copyright 2010 by M. D. Friedman.
Please visit www.mdfriedman.com to see more of M. D. Friedman’s work.

Bee Line

Wherever I am


I am what is missing. – Mark Strand






Hovering above


what is missing,


the pollen dusted bee


falls into the honey


of my eyes and everything


is golden. What is


this that was,


this that now I am?


Where are my wings


to climb the sun buttered sky?


What is this emptiness


that fills my lungs


and lifts me


into weightlessness?


The wayward wind,


has the last say.


I move within


a motion not mine.


Flying is falling


when there is nothing


to rise above.


I rise with each breath,


fall into love.


 

Copyright 2010 by M. D. Friedman.
Please visit www.mdfriedman.com to see more of M. D. Friedman’s work.

Quiet Storm

Night is made of quiet, the day to darken.


I prop my heart open with a pin,


Set a trap, capture all that comes in.


A question always lingers,


Why can’t I hold what passes through my fingers?






I sit with the Self that lives within,


Sit with the persistent Why I Am.


A storm bursts flooding mind and skin,


Liquid light ever raining,


Oily thought, rainbow on pool draining.

Copyright 2010 by M. D. Friedman.
Please visit www.mdfriedman.com to see more of M. D. Friedman’s work.