About Henri Ferguson

Poetry, storytelling and song writing are members of the same family. I have a deep appreciation for the literary arts and believe that creative writing whatever its form, render a fleeting glimpse, a snippet of insight into the author's inner world. To live an unexamined life is our greatest travesty and consequently we cannot grow as we are intended to without putting ourselves under a compassionate lens of scrutiny. Writing can do this by giving us a strategy to crystallize those thoughts and emotions that so often elude clarity and self knowing. Journaling, writing poetry can be a catharsis in this process leading to a new awareness of whom and what we are. The journey of self discovery ultimately opens the door to the spiritual growth and evolution we so richly deserve.

A Bridge Worth Crossing

    Life’s meandering journey of bazillion steps with diverging detours unplanned, deliver us to dubious junctions, devoid of clarity; but still, a bridge worth crossing.   Here is 5 Minute Video Clip (by CTV News): synopsis of Michelle Fuller story: https://calgary.ctvnews.ca/video?clipId=2112826    Author notes. Here is my latest poem (reflective thought) which popped up [...]

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To Catch the Fleeting Wind

Photo Alan Breaky For it is in giving that we receive. ~ Saint Francis of Assisi Time does not exist; clocks exist. Our galactic universe, of incomprehensible enormity with distances measured in light years; where our cosmic home, planet earth, is a relative speck of dust; leads me to ponder... Might our brief human [...]

By |2020-01-13T18:18:22-07:00February 22nd, 2017|2 Comments

Fear is a Liar

“I’m an old man now. I’ve lived a long and difficult lifefilled with so many misfortunes,most of which never happened.”~ Mark TwainTears flow effortlessly these days;drops of what ifsand beleaguered whyssaturate a disconsolate heart.  It’s always dusk,pining for the lazy moon,afraid to sleep,mourning in dreadof morning missed.  Slender hopes for finer futures,desperate beliefs drenched in monsoons of [...]

By |2017-11-17T11:24:14-07:00April 24th, 2016|0 Comments

Be Yourself

"Be Yourself, everyone else is taken"    ~ Charles Schulz ...and who exactly is that? Who slumbers so soundly within the depths beneath the meniscus  of your narrative?   Believe the questions, question your answers, peel back those layers, go for the heart.   Distill your narrative  to energy.         Get beyond [...]

By |2018-03-09T09:23:00-07:00January 15th, 2016|0 Comments

Dancing Between the Raindrops

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.” ~ Henry Wadsworth LongfellowRunning through our songs of rain with fears that we might melt,camouflaged emotions, shadows that we’ve felt.Distant thunder on the heels  of lightning’s lethal dartpiercing through these walls of pain  weep sorrows of the heart.Tempestuous gales, tumult [...]

By |2017-11-17T11:24:36-07:00May 9th, 2015|2 Comments

Love Letter to Pain

“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering” ~ Ben Okri     Dormant in perfection sleep the flawed and mottled seeds of failure, loss and defeat, fertilized by illusion and fervent denial. A dualistic mindscape of [...]

By |2019-12-02T07:40:37-07:00May 2nd, 2015|0 Comments

Love Among the Ruins

"The most valuable form of service is to fully awaken to who you are, and then live that awakening in every moment." ~ AdyashantiWhen life disintegrates before my unbelieving eyes,when viable options dry up in a sizzle,like orphaned renegade raindropson a defiant sweltering summer sidewalk,I find resolve among the ruins.When adrift and drowning in seas of shattered [...]

By |2017-11-17T11:24:43-07:00November 18th, 2014|2 Comments

Minding the Mirage

"Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude"~ Denis Waitley In a world of black and whiteinfused withspellbinding,exhilarating,yet intangible rainbows ofyearning,intellectualized needing,ego’s covetous must haves;spursdelusional burstsof misspent drivetriggeringtoothless effortsbiting into thin air,leaving empty hands andinsatiable grasping.Frantically pursuing apparitions,clutching heartsclinging handswith needy minds,perceive [...]

By |2017-11-17T11:24:49-07:00September 27th, 2014|0 Comments
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