Therapeutic Poetry

Introduction
How To Grow With Therapeutic Poetry
Easily Understood In These Poems. From Steve Kays

While Reading… May Your Healing Breaths Flow During & Between The Poems.
Experience Magical Moments From Your Divine Self.

Letting my stress release.  Silly me holding so much onto a thought. Through poetry, stress I mqy have held disappears in a poof of smoke. Poof.
Poetry is a beautiful way to heal myself. The pen delicately touches my soul in a way harsher discourse might not.  My non-threatening feather pen flows. Less delicate therapeutic modalities partially freeze my heart. My subconscious magical angel nurtures my soul with penetrating wisdom.

All is poetry not alike.
Can be spirit-less. Often machine-like.
Cleverness struggles with meaning.
Keeping minds out of boxes frees and nurtures your magical soul.
Steve Okerland & Steve Kays

Spiritual poetry calming my inner self.
Opening.
Beautifully connecting me with others and higher consciousness.

Helping me gracefully navigate through the rapids of life.

Focusing on Essence
Casting aside the busy mind. Casting away junk forced into my mind by modern society.
Poetry helping bring me into the unwavering presence of the moment.

Focusing on the present – the only way to fully enrapture with poetry.

Dialing it down. Letting it be. Living life more naturally.

Greater spiritual union between human soul and God.

Healing Ritual. Making reading and writing of inspiring poetry a part of our daily ritual.

Love & Sweet AffectionThe nuance of your gently graceful touch. Without pressuring me to be in a certain way. Accepting and loving each other just as we are.

You open and free my soul in a way I can’t easily alone. Love how you make me feel vulnerable to your magic.

Ahh… looking at your beauty. You being just as you are.

Sexually seeing each other eye to eye. Pleasure while we jockey for something by way of dominance. Can’t we be equal?

My heart yearns for you.
Might our eyes gracefully embrace each other. Your soft-spoken words are magic.

Discovering a little part of you that awakens magic. Our tingling interlude in the safe pleasure knowing I’ll only go so far.

I’m alone craving for sweet gentle affection. Then as strangers we meet in passing.  While you have only given me a deep glance of more than a few moments, it helps fill my heart. Thank you for giving me more than you might realize.

Holding back love.
With open arms I wish to blissfully connect with others. But we hold back. Sadly, society teaching us to suspect kindness in others. Trained to expect others’ ulterior motives. Suspicion is that albatross holding back our graceful lives from unfolding. Feeling trapped until we get past distrust.  Dreaming our spring is turning the corner.

I dream we can connect in beautiful energy.  I fear my gentle yearning for you might be faintly noticed in the busy cacophony of your otherwise empty modern life.

Trust and Honesty

Thriving relationships are like plants.
Healthy potted plants know what to expect from the soil.
Expected good soil and water are there without shocking surprises from their care giver.

My heart suffers when shown I can’t trust.
I am planting myself with likeminded trustworthy souls.
Growing again.

I trust.
Like spring she is always thoroughly clear. Solid foundation.
Feeling safe joyfully.

Helping People Transcend Fear Of Discovering Their Inner Selves

Poetic doorways to another’s mind and soul.
A maze of open and closed doors. Protected against forced entry.
Something by way of experience with another’s fear, helps guess where their other doors might be open, and where to tip toe with caution.
Compassion is going deeper and deeper, gently holding their hands.

In Nature:

Surrendering myself to Mother Nature.

Releasing:
Anxiously I wait. Then I feel nature’s enchanting breeze on my body. My magical breath returns. Almost forgot what I was anxious about.

Love drifting with imaginative poetry.  Beautiful wind in nature, liberating my soul from worries. Reconnecting with my true inner essence.

Bringing Needed Poetry To Philosophy and Psychology

Where philosophy and psychology may feel forced, telling people how to live. Poetry is living passionately in the moment. It thrives naturally from the sublime soul.

Since medical students learn the healing arts of poetry.
Philosophers and psychologists could become so more beautiful by doing so too.

Sweet Desert
I learned much from psychology and philosophy in the past four decades.
Now desiring the sweet desert. A poem sweetly concluding. Bringing beauty without loss of truth, to what can at times be a machine-like aspect to psychology and philosophy.

What are psychology and philosophy without poetry? The three are more together than apart.

Refuge In Sadness

Do I choose to seek refuge in my sadness? Do i tiptoe in harmony with the sadness…it never going away?

The more at home I become with sadness’ peaceful darkness, the lighter the refuge becomes. Soon the distinction between the dark refuge I held, and the rest of the world is disappearing.

Desire and curiosity for healthy change make my heart beat faster. Forward i go, getting more energy as I move with each step.

Losing the comfort of my sadness while feeling joy from the sun.

Business Of Poetic Inspiration

What a different world of art it would be
If more allowed their art to flow naturally

The project starting as my soul’s reflection.
Unfolding.
Blossoming. Learning about life and myself.

Inspiration in the moment.
Not letting anyone’s life depend on it.
Creating a healthier distance from idealized outcomes…keeps me in the present inspiration.

My best works.
Trying not to let preconceived marketability corrupt my pure passion when in the moment of creative ecstasy.

Collaborating!
Love learning from each other.
Taking to the next level.

Living Two Dimensions • What They Might Not Teach At Top Universities

Intelligence.  When connecting the dots others don’t see. I want to share. But don’t want to disrupt their version of reality. I’m experiencing two realities – ones each of us see differently.‪

I talk with people in passing.  And there are those possessing interestingly deep souls from all ages and walks of life.  I dream we by some chance, and without pressure, enjoy the sweet opportunity to know each other deeply.

While that mind of mine understands those practical realities we banter about, my heart yearns to focus elsewhere. Desiring the sublime dimension, we could instead share. My weakening knees softly call.

Therapy For Inevitable Changes In Life:

Observing. External interferences clouding my inner magic. Giving less significance to the outer by remembering my inner magic.
Trusting myself as the universe changes…
Beauty of the universe continues even when I forget to see it.
God’s background there. Whatever our current state of mind. Whatever the situation.

Giving me hope.
My inner self remembering to hear the gentle constant magical silence. Coming from the universe’s eternal background.

Spiritual Soul When In Less Than Spiritual Situations

Being Or Projecting Feelings:
While there may always be an element of projection, it’s sad so many people do little more than project feelings. To “project” or “be” in poetically beautiful states of mind.
A bull may banter about being “authentic” like proudly raising a flag. I treasure connecting without always taking a stand. Feeling starved for connecting with an angel.Plastic Speaking
Copy and paste from what they heard around.  Lacking ingenuity. When spoken to by others we are propelled like puppets to nod our heads in unison as the Automator speaks.  All without delicate passion, coupled with frustration, in having to go through the moves to be polite.

Their Hollow Conversations
Seeing shapes clearly defined from their words which feel semi hollow.  More related shapes follow onward. The hollowness correlates with the hollowness I feel within.  Preferring a deeper inner experience while they are immersed with their shapes about a time other than the present moment.  Not that their shapes are unimportant on the practical dimension, but when can the higher divine level we live for return?

Accepting What We Can’t Change. Serenity In Discovering What We Can.

Clearing out the cob webs in my mind.
Listening to my inner higher consciousness.
I see a way.

Finding the sweet spot with other likeminded souls. Not having to try so hard. Things being nice just as they beautifully are.

Being less attached. Finding peace in letting things have a life of their own, instead of hoping things were different.

Everything is just the way it is. Bypassing giving things labels.  Releasing myself from mental constraints….the beautiful magical dimension flows.

Universe constant in a changing world
Feeling the ever present universe in the background. Come whatever change may. Infinite essence existing behind everything, beautiful or otherwise.
I cope with unwanted changes by remaining at one with universe’s infinity.

River’s vitality getting me through life
Encountering the roughness of life like a river going around stones.
Letting unhealthy thoughts drift to the river bottom. Flowing in the moment with uncontaminated thoughts.
My river’s purpose keeps me positive with life’s obstacles.

Benefits In Having Good Poetry Part Of Your Daily Rituals And Aspirations

Sweeter spiritual union between our mind with higher consciousness.

Enhancing meditative power.

Helps navigating through life’s rapids.

Inner calm. From stillness, we become more open and alive.

Tenderly connecting loving people. 

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