Poems

Copyright 2000

Listen to your heart,
not to your mind.
Minds think they are all knowing,
yet know little or nothing of love.

Listen to your heart,
it speaks the truth,
but very softly.
Quiet your mind,
that is when your heart can speak.

Listen with your inner self.
Your ears are accustomed to listening to your mind.

When you know the difference between mind and heart,
you know the truth.

The mind thinks, figures, judges
and says it wants to know peace and truth.

The mind doesn’t know how to be still.

Climbing a mountain, the mind will remind you
to take water, bread
and a blanket for survival.
This is good advice,
but is it the advice you are always looking for?

Drink from a pure stream,
the sweet waters of wisdom and love.

Your heart can lead you there.

Be at peace with your heart,
follow that advice.

The mind creates chaos,
the heart creates magic and miracles
and oneness with Divine.

– Linda Susan Page

© Linda Susan Page 5-2001

Sometimes my legs get so tired from climbing this
mountain of life.

My chest hurts –
where is my breath?

I sit down on the rock to rest – after all, I’m more than half way to the top.

I Feel my pain – it comes bubbling up from deep within me.

The core of my being cries out –
The sobs – like sound waves come from my lips.
Hot tears flow from my eyes.

I rock myself as I would rock a small baby-
back and forth –
to the rhythm of the pain.

Sometime – after a while –
a vast space of ……
nothing appears.

Perhaps it is freedom-
I don’t know yet.

Now I feel…..bored with this…old – familiar friend…
this pain.

I notice the strength, endurance and determination of being human –
starting to flow from me again.

The thread of life –
curiosity, wonder, joy of what is coming next –
grabs my attention.

I take a long drink from the oceans of Divine’s love.

I find my breath is back moving through my body.
I stand up from my seat of despair –
my legs are strong and rested.

I start my climb once again up these mountain stairs.

This time – I notice tiny velvet flowers –
purple, pink and yellow growing a long the path.

Birds singing in the trees.

A gentle wind blowing sweetly through my hair.

I know when the familiar pain of life –
is but a distant memory-

And joy of living fills my heart –

My Spirit will take wings and fly to the very top of this mountain.

There Divine is waiting for me –
with arms open – smiling

Always knowing what I know now…..

Love flows from the inside…out.

Before it can ever flow from the outside…in.

Loving myself first is the secret key to all love.

– Linda Susan Page

Hey you, little man
crouched in the corner
of your little room
in the huge mansion-
all bent over in the corner
counting out your money
and your love-
Your back to the door,
A small light shining in the corner,
just enough to see what you are doing,
no more

Are there monsters or angels
in the darkness in your room?
Who knows?
You are so busy in your corner
of made-up importance
no thought to look for monsters or angels

Hey you, little man
Stand up
Your legs are cramped
Your shoulders bent forward
to protect the secret valuables
you are counting

Stretch your legs
Stretch your arms
Your head and neck hurt from bending forward
Stand straight and tall
Turn on the ceiling light
Let the whole room flood with light

Open your door
Walk down the hall
Knock on closed doors
Smile
Ask others to come out to play

Go down the stairs
Look around in all the nooks and crannies
What treasures can you find?
Open the dark, musty closets
Pull the chain to turn on the lights
Throw away the old clothes, newspapers and junk

Open the front door
Go outside in the sunlight
Breath deeply
Let the fresh air fill your lungs
Laugh
Run in circles around the house
Get used to being outside

Go down the walkway,
out into the world
Smell the fragrant flowers
Watch the white, puffy clouds move across the sky
Watch a child
He will teach you how to live
Watch the river
It will teach you how to flow
Watch a bird
He will teach you how to fly

Do you want to be left behind?
Do you want to miss the experiences?
Join in the dance of life
What do you think life is all about anyway?

Go back home to your little room
Leave the light on
Throw all your money and love out the window
to share with all those
who have been waiting to love you!

– Linda Susan Page