I wish you knew of the joy it is
that you now exist in my life.
The smile opening up inside of me,
just like a tornado approaching,
like a flower blooming,
like new seeds sprouting on a wet summer night.
I'd like to see it grow,
although it scares me to watch my predictable and safe garden change,
so wildly,
without my permission,
challenging my old and known beliefs...
So, chamomiles, come on in
and bring peace to a troubled mind.
So, prayers, send out your healing calls of compassion.
For now I can only but learn of Love's ways of traveling through me,
All-encompassing,
never judging,
never demanding,
always kind.
Serene is the rain cleaning the wounds deeply carved on my skin
washing away my own judgments,
assumptions,
putting down walls of protection
little by little built around me.
Serene is the rain bringing about change,
revealing naked new born grains,
opening up the pine flowers of self-forgiveness,
allowing me to see you more clearly now.
I wish you knew,
in times when I'm not blind,
I can only but be thankful
For rains, and flowers and the new born grains
are composing something beautiful...
I'll lay myself down and listen.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Kindness
A kindness movement is creeping in to save our world .
It's in The USA
With people shouting out , let's make America kind again.
Human Kind is our nature the earth our mother.
Incredible army's are moving in ,writing on hills KINDNESS .
It's simple we are born to be kind
It's there in our human nature.
Captured in smiles feeding and nurturing .
Come on comrades raise up and be the kindness you want to see in this world
Kindness rules
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
That words are divine,
But that poetry
Is made by living:
Become the poem.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
There is only love waiting for you here.
No bitterness,
No accusations.
If you leave,
If you sail away like an intrepid ship
On a vast blue sea,
If you forget that I ever breathed your name like a prayer
And touched your lovely face like you were made of glass,
No matter how long it takes
When-
If-
You come back,
There is only love
Waiting for you here.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.
And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.
Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.
Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
I have been silent.
I have been silent not for loss
Or mourning
For those drag words from me
With or without my consent.
I have been silent because I am trying to be
Gentle
In love
When I am a thunderstorm made flesh,
A hurricane,
A seismic wave of passion and pain.
Inside
I burn
And it has been a long time
Since I have loved so deeply
As to press my sizzling hands to my own stomach
Just to keep another person from burning their fingers on the love I hold beneath my skin.
I have been silent
But I have not been extinguished-
Far from it, I have risen.
I have gone blue and white with heat.
I have wandered through the blackened trees in the ghostly calm of the night
And kindled them to flames with my palms.
I have left embers
Shifting and sighing in my footprints
And the earth has learned a new name to score into its stone and treebark when I travel through the darkness
Searching for a rest I will not find.
And there is joy in this,
There is such joy!
Although the heat presses,
Although the light licks at my ankles when I wade too far into my own heart's dreams.
I leave joy in these silent places, black and velvety and slumbering in the night-
I wake them
I wake them because I have been woken
And my heart has become something that melts
Something that burns
Something that hungers and consumes
And glows with shimmering reds and golds no matter how tightly I curl around it and hush its hissing whispers.
I leave joy because I can't contain it
And it reaches roots into the ground with every step I take-
A fearful joy,
A joy that knows its hunger
Will be its starvation.
A joy that breathes light and grasps at shadows
Because that is all it knows how to do.
A joy that turns its face up to the rain
To feel a moment's peace and cooling clarity.
Oh, I may have been silent
But I have not been quiet.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
We grew up with our hearts on our sleeves
I wonder what went wrong?
What happened that made us stop
Adding melodies to our song?
When did the pessimism bulldoze its way
over our shining wanderlust?
Did we close our eyes to beauty and wonder
because we were afraid of the dust?
Perhaps the answer lies in our palms
We just never look at them.
Busy trying to grow our soul from the roots
But cut ourselves off at the stem.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC