The sweet aroma of forgotten things tuck themselves like dreams in the corners of eyes not fully awake Pastels fade in the morning sun I shift my weight Afternoons are best for humming songs we barely know And for finding our way back to meadows where butterflies dance I catch a glimpse
Volver
How sweet and how pleasant it is to return To Re:member And go back Im so thankful For another chance At being myself
Solomons Wings
Congratulations to the man that dances across winter skies in absolute blue to the man that passes by clouds inquiring about that warm hue to the man that treads lightly on muddied paths to not ruin his whites, crisp and new Congratulations to the man who skips through fields of green amidst rattles and racers to the man not deterred by fate no matter the soothsayer Because a man ought to be able to life live a life Even one that is what he says it is
Sunday
Ease
Breeze
Yellow Sun
Sunday Morning
Another has come
White cotton cloth
Drapes over table
Cinnamon like perfume
Fills the air
Laughter echoes
We need no permission
Joy is ours
Rest, my heritage
Can you feel
Can you feel it The way my heart retreats Are you close enough to hear me breathe Can you feel my heart buckle Beneath the weight of peace Can you feel it In the middle of the night When I clench my fists tight To numb the urge To look at the fragments and wonder if it could be done again
Thoughts on Vulnerability
What is it in me that makes me so fragile
Is it the same thing that makes me smile
Should I despise the parts of me that hold no power to
Slow myself down and trust that I will be there
Practice of delight
Cosmic hues of blues and purples swirl
Dimensions unfold on the tips of my fingers
Futures bend in my favor and
Possibilities are born
When I rest
Bronzed
And I see me
Radiant as the sun
Warm as the desert sand
Eyes of fire
Words that clap like thunder
Feet that dance to a cosmic beat
Hips that sway with the breeze
I see me
A grounding
Pause.
See. Hear. Smell. Feel. Taste.
All things
right now,
as they are.
Pause.
See. Hear. Smell. Feel. Taste.
You are
right now,
as you should be
Pause.
Loose neck. Bent Posture. Lowered eyes.
Warm hands. Slowed pulse.
Eucharist
Great is the mystery
if you do not speak, I will hear
if you do not knock, I will open
and if you do not ask, I will give
a soft place of rest 