Tricia Schwaba 2019
Well
The well runs deeper than I could have imagined.
It dives, not just to the depth of me but to the depths of the Earth.
I have tried to sever the cord to my own frustration and to no avail.
I am here connected until other entities decide
It is time for my return.
So I continue to practice.
Tricia Schwaba, September 2020
Nothing More
Art source: ancello.com
I feel a rush as I take in the air
I’m approaching the North and my nostrils they flare.
I’m a racehorse trapped in the starting gate tight
Hearing the gunshot it’s time to take flight.
I shake off the saddle & break from the reins
Freedom from both limitation and pain
Skimming the Earth my spirit it soars
With grace and excitement, I need nothing more.
Tricia Schwaba August 2020
Love 8/7/2020 Yoga Closing
Art Source: Anon
Love is
The path and the destination
The true balancer of all creation.
The harmony we all seek.
The expansive mind.
The finite physical body
The peaceful purity of a joyful child.
The wisdom of the wrinkled face.
The reason for our existence.
Our essence.
Love is
The truth.
Tricia Schwaba, circa 2009
Clear Bright Blue
I venture into the gray of the morn,
offering a dreary day.
My thoughts though, are vibrant, clear bright blue,
a nudge from my angels I pray.
Living this life is a match sometimes;
the dark can slam me to the ground.
A shift in perspective is the merciful unwinding
of all the fear I have bound.
The farther I venture from the day I was born
the brighter my purpose it shines,
Appreciation for the day before me
& gratitude for this life that is mine.
Tricia Schwaba June 2020
Tender Mercy
art source: anon
Tender mercy offered in kind
Focus the vision follow the signs
Feel the beat resonance sweet
Rhythmic redemption cooling the heat
Energy in particles energy in waves
Soothe the sorrow karma erased
Open the portal to a new perspective
Colors alive, gratitude reflected
Mystery in tact walk through the door
And Earthly desires are burdens no more.
Tricia Schwaba, July 2020
Clear Bright Blue
I venture into the gray of the morn,
offering a dreary day.
My thoughts though, are vibrant, clear bright blue,
a nudge from my angels I pray.
Living this life is a match sometimes;
the dark can slam me to the ground.
A shift in perspective is the merciful unwinding
of all the fear I have bound.
The farther I venture from the day I was born
the brighter my purpose it shines,
Appreciation for the day before me
& gratitude for this life that is mine.
Tricia Schwaba June 2020
A False Arrest
art source: anon
Clarity is my noble quest
As I find myself put to the test
Another’s made a false arrest
Traditional connections become compressed
Words are hurled at her behest
They rebound off my bulletproof vest
Discarded bruises, so tender yet
I salve them with my raw regret
Oxygen drains can’t catch a breath
How to mend this temporary death
Or maybe I just hop a jet
And soar to heights; close all bets.
That won’t do, some things are set
There’s no escape hatch, no deep breath
I grant her all her things possessed
And fling to sea this past-filled net
I keep in mind my life is blessed
I can’t fix things that I don’t mess
So I circle round & fluff my nest
With truth & sins already confessed
Tricia Schwaba, from the archives, circa 2015