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LIFE NOTES: notes & poems from my life

Written by Tara Wesson

Photo by Kat Javiniar
Here's a series of quotes from the people around me and poems written in moments of clarity. My poetry pays no attention to technical skill and techniques, but instead focuses on capturing a feeling that naturally forms into poetry. Found in the notes of my iPhone and in the darkest reaches of my laptop's documents folder... take from it what you will. I'm falling in love with the big wide world, and these are the sentiments that sustain me.

Dont worry. Just joy.

The universe turns up its next cosmic surprise, 
like a silver stone washing itself up on a beach.

People take photos because they like what they see.
            -mum
                                                                                                                                                                       

You dont have to chase things. Theyll come to you. Just have fun.
            -mum            

Youre      an       angel,       he        said.
She turns it over and over on her tongue like its a cool, smooth stone.
                                                                                                                                                                        

Its like my body is a conduit for the breath.
            The breath is not inside me; the breath is not a by-product of my mechanical                              existence.
                        My heart pumps blood and my organs digest, but the breath, it flows                                            through me.
                                    Its not just the filling and emptying of the lungs.
                                                Its the filling and emptying of my soul, completely, and it lifts                                                        me by the chest into a swooping dreamlike circle where there                                                         is only darkness and the rise and fall of each inhalation and                                                                         exhalation.
                                    I am full of a golden, bright substance that leaves me, eyes fluttering                                            open, like Ive just woken from a good dream.
                        -meditation

            Youre so like your Dad, theyd say
            And then I grew up,
            And so did he.
            It was only as midnight at the age of twenty, one night,
            When I chose writing over sleep,
            That I recalled the nights Id get up for water,
            And hed be out there drawing.
                        -dad
                                                                                                                                                             


Youre a constellation of miracles that 
have collided in the space of one person.

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