The disability of ego
Sincere hearts kept at arm’s length
Walls built
Who is right and who is wrong
Protective bricks to appear strong
Is compassion and open nature for the weakest of souls
Or is our ego filling spaces needed to grow
In anger and silence we polish our pride
Suffocating connection in an effort to hide
The disability of ego will always try to win
An open heart, my chosen kin
~Alisa Hutton
A good book
The scent of morning coffee
Silence in my space, a peace I love and know
Meditation with my chest pulled back, reminding me to keep my heart fully open
Clarity of the heart in mindful simplicity
Expanding and contracting my soul, felt deeply in my bones
Breathing in to my core, settled in who and what I feel and know
The sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze and the early morning giggles of my little boy
Sitting in love on Sunday morning
The simple picture of my life and the seeds I have tenderly sown
~Alisa Hutton
There is a quiet voice inside of me I wish could be heard
Inner whispers of a raw hearts hope
Perplexing, too tender to speak and too loud to ignore
In passing moments my quiet voice is kept on wait
An arm’s length away from authentic
It curiously feels as if a leaf tenderly falls from my tree
Leaving empty spaces deep in my roots and little pangs of hurt in my soul
Wishes drifting in the wind
In those who choose not to speak
In silence, nothing ever takes hold
-silence
~Alisa Hutton
A widening dull gap between flat action and an exposed soul
Empty space that gathers between silence and vulnerability
Trepidation swallowing emotion without care to savor any taste
The flicker of a flame fighting for air
Fingertips barely touching
The heart that will soon be out of reach
The impotence of connection
-distance
~Alisa Hutton
Profound silence echoing in my soul
-solitude
~Alisa Hutton
As I looked to the sky today the clouds seemed to carry depths I do not know
A storm quietly warming a familiar heart ache that arrives from a distant shore
Quiet yourself
Do you hear its tap
Can you feel its pull
Weighted complexity seemed to be grieving in the skies
Equal as they dance and fight
The harsh poetic beauty of the struggles between the darkness and the light
I sat by the river under that sky breathing in the clouds and all that she spoke
In my silence unpredictable currents thrashed me about, swallowing me whole
Today
It was as if the sky was trying to tell me something
All those clouds that seemed to carry depths I do not know
My heart so very grateful of the river today
Reminding me to trust her flow
~Alisa Hutton
I sat on my bench waiting for you
Inhaling the winter air I closed my eyes
A kiss touching my lips
A gentle heart keeps us warm amidst the feelings of sharp cold
Waiting
Reserved for souls with a comfortable love of the quiet
Those who can feel the gifts of loneliness and tight hold with equal respect and desire
A gratitude for discomfort as it nudges us towards our sincerest warmth
The ones who have faith and trust in the intuitive nature of departure and arrival
Snow falling gently dresses my surround in a blanket of soft white
Tree limbs wrapping me in their nurturing cover
Reminding me of the importance to be generous and without ask in love
Balanced with the humility of knowing it creates a story and life much larger than you or I
The silence
Allowing my ears to hear the steps you take
The space
Allowing me to honor your path with care
Slowly my heart learned to trust in the quiet
While I was sitting on my bench waiting for you
~Alisa Hutton
Photo Credit ~ Harriet Fancott
Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave
A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more
Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth
In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found
Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show
Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow
Looking in the mirror she sees us all
Floundering at dusk and rising in hope
Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more
Today
She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole
With a glimmer of faith
That after it is all done
She will feel herself and walk in stride once more
~Alisa Hutton
November air biting at her loneliness
Hurting just enough
Please look away, she feels your discomfort
Wait, maybe that is hers
Blink a little longer
I am sure your apathy will cheer her up
Emotionless silence always polishes the rock in just the right way
You wouldn’t want to have to change your dinner plans
Worry not
Her invisible ways make her heart echo with grace
She will be available to bless you with good thoughts when she finds her smile again
Mannered and bred as she was, her imposition of sadness is kept safe in her heart at dawn and quietly discarded at 4 am
This is the universal time for those who are not seen to shake their souls of their heavy hearts
Can you hear it?
Completely
Politely
Effortlessly
Invisible
Don’t blink too long
After all
You might miss her
~Alisa Hutton
