Tenderness and listening 
are essential 
for the creative act to occur.
This is what i believe-
Tortured souls 
pass through our lives ; 
and they can drag us down 
if we are not aware 
or alert.
We all get caught up in events 
and circumstances 
and we get swept into things.
There is no time for breath..
each day is a miracle of sorts 
and definitely life is a gift.
Calmness is the seed 
from which creativity springs for me 
and stillness is the flower 
and out of this 
Oceans of inner waters 
a feeling arrives 
an impulse to share 
to bring something forth 
into the world.
A child of sorts an Art
no one can do it for us 
but I find 
the more one opens up to Grace 
that all is a gift 
the more one can create works 
and live lives
that reach out 
and touch others.
Cold icy nights in Europe 
awakened my spirit 
for a brief span of time.
Casual relationships 
come and go 
but true friendship
that turns into love 
or that is love 
lasts as long 
as being lasts
We can not be to cautious 
because if we are too guarded 
we miss life
repel new expression 
and experience 
only to fall flat 
on our face again
doing is the way 
to learn for me.
I mountain climbed in New Zealand 
did Rock sculpture in Japan 
collaborated on paintings in UK 
and Holland 
and wrote my poems 
on Canvas for charity
Each country 
each city 
a unique adventure 
and a time 
for quiet reflection 
alone in my rooms 
where ever I was.
...many different beds ,

The fact 
that I am still alive 
is a miracle.
Sometimes i just like to sit 
and think 
be at peace 
goodness is attractive 
in someone a way to be
a path that is not selfless..
help arrives from somewhere 
and though we are alone 
we are not alone
in some strange way..
We are trapped 
in our own consciousness
and the only way 
we ever break out 
is through Art 
or love 
and more through living 
and being love 
than anything.
This is what I live for.
I am not after life 
but I am after living.
Love to you 
talking about 
getting carried away ...
sleep is what i need!!! 
Wisdom is a treasure 
and it comes from experience 
when we look at the experience 
and find the lesson
or the lesson reveals itself.
We are complex 
magnificent 
selfish 
and sometimes selfless creatures 
here on this planet 
and yes we are still blossoming 
in our own unique ways
but we have to water the plant .
We probably are complete 
even though we feel 
we are not 
and life is letting go 
of what is not essential 
and chipping away the stone 
around the sculpture 
alone 
or with someone special..
someone you trust 
and care about 
that brings out your highest 
and best self
that does not make you 
ugly or sour.
I agree with the philosophy 
if ones believe in oneself 
one is on the right road.
Every outward journey 
is a journey 
towards the self 
a line 
from one of my poems.
When the dust settles 
life is glorious 
most of the time 
it feels awful 
beyond description
when we lose a loved one
only the quiet comforts
at other times 
we complicate it 
by too much wanting 
our own way 
and not following the grace.
Wisdom comes in small doses 
nothing is forgotten
each memory is forever
each dance a testament 
that we still are life 
with all its challenges 
and pitfalls..
Only the striving must cease 
and we must become quiet 
for the true self to emerge 
through the chaos 
and perplexity.
Under the rock 
there is a diamond 
we have to polish it 
and the diamond is us 
each unique 
when we find our own voice 
it reveals itself to us 
forward happens 
we can not stop it...
dominion is our birthright
all is 
only as real 
as we make it 
the thoughts we give power to 
can shape 
and sculpt our lives.
Blaming is a street 
not to travel.
Let those who have wronged us go 
and let our resentment go too.
Songs of the self 
pour out of us
when our hearts sing 
all is in the way 
the notes are brought to life 
and sound.
Now it is time for breakfast.

© Stephen John Kalinich