Your Inner Truth ~ who you are deep inside!

“A bouquet of flowers to begin your week!”

Inner Truth

I’ve thought about this for quite a while now. Years, actually. I’ve found nothing to change my thinking on the subject. I believe that deep inside every single human being is a set of inner truths, call it a genetic marker, call it DNA sequencing, call it natural instincts, call it the human soul, It exists in each of us. We are born with this signature of Inner Truth.

Many who are creative connect more quickly to inner truth. They can’t help themselves. They become so enraptured with the beauty of life in their chosen creative format that their inner truth is revealed for others to see through their artistic expression.

But just because an artist perceives their inner truth doesn’t mean they understand it. All too frequently their emotions are tossed and turned by the ebbs and flows of life and what they know is there but cannot understand or define.

Each day of our existence we wake up and go about our daily activities and for some of us we dwell on the why and how of who we are. Mostly we find no answers, a mystery. None the less the Truth waits inside for us to discover, nurture and grow. Yours is waiting for you, right now!

Life’s Inner Truth

awaken to this day of your life
purity in thought, word, and deed
bending never breaking
a calm in a storm
always there
at peace
caring, loving
becoming who you are meant to be.
Penny L Howe, 2013
 

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Thanks for stopping by, may your week ahead be a peaceful and happy one!

Why do we write Poetry?

What is it about the particular nature of a poem? Whether penning or reading. A poem sets itself apart from all other written words. Various sized packages of contained messages of our thoughts, our feelings, our expressions. We the author and presenter of chosen word and format.

Do we write for ourselves when we write a poem? Do we write for others? Yes and yes.

With poetry we tap directly into our feelings about things, bringing forth those emotions, thoughts and ideas inside of us to be viewed through our written words. We are reorganizing our insides when we do this. And when others read our poems they frequently will do the same thing.

Should you write a poem? Yes?

Why?

Because:

It’s therapeutic. Not only letting out what’s inside, but presenting a microcosm of your heart and soul you can view and share with others.

It’s wonderfully creative. Your journey through your own nature with the poetic word while you find yourself exploring all sorts of creative avenues of expression.

It is encouraging, helping you and others to “Open Up” inside. Writing poetry and sharing your words, creates a stronger environment for learning and growing yourself. Online today there are many *websites and forums – groups actively in pursuit of knowledge and understanding from poets of the past and present.

The Poem

“Such beauty you bless in the form of a rhyme
Such feeling, such rhythm your words so divine
I am lost in your glory, sensation sublime
Sharing forever, time after time.”

Penny L Howe, 2013

So today, write a poem and share with others, read a poem and enjoy someone else’s creation. Both will be uplifting and illuminating … I promise.

Have a great weekend,

~ Penny

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All Poetry.com
WritersCafe.org
Poetry.com
Ligo Haibun Challenge
ThePoet Sanctuary.net

The Oasis of your soul ~ A gift for you!

My gift  ~ please take with you, display, download, no need to link back or give credit to, simply a gift to be shared!

Just thinking on the word Serenity invokes a peaceful thought or vision. Life isn’t easy, and for the days that seem a struggle to get through I give you these words to ease your day:

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Thank you, for being you and a part of my world!

Penny

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Today is “Time Out for Art”! Be sure and check out Zeebra Designs and Destinations ~ An Artist’s Eyes!

I wish you could touch me now …

I am vulnerable because of loving so pure and deeply, my walls of protection cannot keep my desire for you at bay.

and so … I wish you could touch me now. Not my heart, you’ve touched me there too deeply, it’s still bruised and bleeding. But my body still hungers for you.

I need your touch …

I desire the warmth of your caress, the closeness of your body, the physical contact of … you!

I wish you could touch me now …

… even as I understand morning light will illuminate the true reality of our relationship. I know for all your tender caring words, you would be gone and my loving soul will still be bruised … for all your promises said in the moonlight hours of sensual need and gratification. I know all this.

But the longing remains so …

I still wish you could touch me now.

I’ll always have our memories of the night time to sustain me, in daylight hours spent alone, reflecting on why you said one thing and did another. Belittling my efforts instead of supporting them, and yet still I love you. And wish you to be happy.

I am pleased to hear you are where you’ve wanted to be for so long. I am happy for you. Resigned, accepting and aware of some of the hard learned lessons of life, when one exposes one’s soul during love.

But now in these evening hours I dream of you touching me again, filling my sensual needs. Even, as reality has come full circle and comprehension of the cruelty of those who love and those who take in the guise of love, is complete.

Touch me … but let it be only the physical, my bruised soul cannot bear the mockery of a pretense at true love (yours were personal and emotional needs for yourself. I don’t believe you really thought of my needs – perhaps as an afterthought), but my body does respond to your loving body. So in that, there is truth.

I wish you could touch me. I’m prepared now for tomorrow … it hurts, but I understand. With all the love in my heart that I give so freely, I was so sure someone might love me the way I loved them in return … it seems I was mistaken!

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Most definitely an unrequited love piece here. Not to worry, my next fictional piece is part two of adventure and excitement. Dry your tears and stay tuned for fun! Our fictional young lady in the piece above (p.s.- she’s the one trapped in the tunnel https://thewhyaboutthis.com/2013/07/22/alastairs-photo-fiction-the-tunnel-and-survival/ , although brokenhearted, she’s about to kick some serious a..!) More to come!

~ Penny

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The Illusive Illusion of Love … and it’s true nature!

Men fall in love with me, you know. Yes they really do. I began to notice it quite young, and had no idea of what to do with it either, or even why they felt those feelings for me, the way they did. I never saw myself as having LOVING COUPLE IN THE MOON LIGHT by Adyoothose specific type of feminine attributes that most men find alluring.

I suppose I made it easy for them to love me, though, as I loved them back with all my heart, listening attentively to each word, pleasing in any way I could be, and then waiting to be received and treated in a like manner.

And I wondered when that didn’t happen, why? Some lacking in myself, I initially thought and believed for some considerable period. I didn’t understand at the time you see.

But life moved on and so did I, and being a shy but inquisitive soul I explored life more fully and discovered women loved me too, and so did children and animals, even plants thrive around me. Even nature’s wild animals have approached me, and I have pondered the why of this also.

What is it that I project that appears to be appealing to all life forms? (on an interesting side note, there is a small handful of individuals who strongly dislike me when meeting, the hairs on the back of my neck actually stand up and I wonder about the nature of their negative vibrations – spooky that!)

Could it be that what emanates deep from within my soul, and radiates outward, that which is stronger than any other thought, feeling, emotion, sensation I may have – is my pure love of all things living.

And when I am with and around any and all life I embrace it fully. I know of no other way to approach life than by loving it. All the parts and pieces of it, shapes and sizes, actions and causations. It is the “who, that I am”!

I’ve always felt this way. As a small child, a growing youth, an adult. So after years of exploration and experimentation and experience, I ask the question, if all that I say be true … Is love an illusion manufactured in an overly imaginative mind, or the primeval essence of what all life is really about. Is the true nature of love far more than we mortals think it is, and are life’s experiences just varying degrees and shades of this force of nature.

I lean towards the second. I believe really living life is loving life. And because I love living, life loves my living of it – and loves me in return! So “take that” all your scholarly type psychoanalysts and sociologists and make what you will of it! When all is said and done – it works for me!

The answer to my blog’s title THE WHY ABOUT THIS – Because you are loved!!!

~ Penny

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This I believe

Almost a year ago I wrote this piece. I’m sharing it again with you today.

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I believe that deep inside lies a flame. A light if you will. I call it faith. I don’t mean religion. Religion is how many chose to embrace, celebrate and nurture their faith. But faith comes in all formats and I believe in each one of us exists this glowing essence. Faith is the language of the soul. The glow from within.

The flame glows mightily for some and almost imperceptibly for others. But it’s always there, none the less.

Some spend their lives disbelieving what their soul whispers to them in the night. Some spend their lives questioning that which they cannot understand even though they feel it inside. Some spend their lives on a quest embracing that which they cannot understand but chose to accept. And some radiate the glow from within for all to see.

Faith is the language of our soul and whatever you decide to accept and believe, it will always be there inside, waiting to come forth. I believe faith is the flame that shines within your soul that brightens your hopes, your dreams, your possibilities, your life. This I believe.

~ Penny

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To all Bloggers who write – A Challenge

The Challenge

I have become increasingly impressed with the quality of talent that I see out there every day in the online blog world so today I am offering a challenge and a “featured” reward to those who write (as in almost every single one of you, lol). THE CHALLENGE: Write a poem, your own creative version of Unrequited Love (When it comes to Love, nothing is sadder or  more potentially tragic than to have your love not returned by the one whom you love).

A few days ago, on the first day of September, I wrote of a (pretend) conversation going on in my head between my “muse” and my “imagination”. It was for fun and included two poems, each written from their varying perspectives. The “muse” – from a female gender perspective and “imagination” – a male gender perspective (hey, don’t read anything into the gender thing going on there. Well okay, read a little something into it if you want to – lol)

Since I wrote these two poems however I’ve been uncomfortable because I tried to write each poem from those (mythical) perspectives. So today with both my muse and my imagination working together I am in a full and completely creative mode. My challenge … to surpass the two short poems written previously on Unrequited Love,

Your Challenge, should you choose to accept, is to send me your own creative version of Unrequited Love. Email all entries to penny1717howe@gmail.com. This can be a poem you’ve already written or something new, The challenge will stay open until September 14th, The winning entries will be featured a few days later here on my blog with attached short bio’s about each of the writers and of course a link to their blog! So come on all of you, show me your stuff!

But first my offering in this challenge of creativity:

Shattered Dreams

You

all I was,

all I thought,

all I tasted, all I felt,

all I dreamed.

you,

only you

the essence of you

everything.

nothing now,

I lay broken

in pieces,

shattered dreams

splinters of time,

withering

Our dreams of love,

forever

gone,

 passionate emptiness

pain

exquisitely tormenting,

 empty tears

suffer

a broken soul,

I

cease

to be

me!

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Okay, now it’s your turn, once again submit your entries (yes, you may submit more than one) to: penny1717howe@gmail.com final deadline is Midnight -September 14th, 2012

Penny

Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe

Inner Truth

I’ve thought about this for quite a while now. Years, actually. I’ve found nothing to change my thinking on this subject. I believe that deep inside every single human being is a set of inner truths, call it a genetic marker, call it DNA sequencing, call it natural instincts, call it the human soul, It exists in each of us. We are born with this signature of Inner Truth.

Each day of our existence we wake up and go about our daily activities and for some of us we dwell on the why of who we are. Mostly we find no answers. A mystery as to the why of this. None the less the Truth waits inside for us to discover, nurture and grow.

Many who are creative connect more quickly to inner truth. They can’t help themselves. They become so enraptured with the beauty of life in their chosen creative format that their inner truth is revealed for others to see through their artistic expression.

And just because an artist perceives their inner truth doesn’t mean they understand it. All too frequently their emotions are tossed and turned by the ebbs and flows of life and what they know is there but cannot understand or define  – the mystery continues on.

My Inner Truth

I awake to the day of my life

Purity in thought, word, and deed

bending never breaking

a calm in a storm

always there

at peace

Caring, loving

being that whom I am meant to be.

Penny L Howe

Copyright © 2012 by Penny l Howe