all stories can be dropped
And all can be accepted
When I look at you, the world shifts into gear and my life begins to roll
the prospect of winter does not seem cold
and the primroses in my coastal begin to seed
When I look at him, all oceans part with a gentle willingness to love despite separation
When I look at you, I put my plans together and pray a thank you to life
When I think of him, A grateful smile
comes over my face and I understand some sacrifices are stacked like plates
When I look at you, I want to love you as much as I loved him
and we are on our way
When I look at you, I know life goes on across the bend, around the corner,passed a true love and arriving at my door while in recovery
The wind holds everything. It even holds the love we lost; this love is held, rocked to sleep and awakened in another heart that beats with courage and says “I love you”. This love is like another outlet that runs to your heart’s ocean
and with fervor rushes down a hill
and calmly makes it way on the slight inclines until it enters the coastal.
This love is yours from the every beginning to the very end. Yours.
I am like everyone else and because I am like everyone else I am beautiful.
We hold our traditions as our ways to life
in our pocket books
in your our palms pressed together
in our sutras
in our rosaries
In our myths
in our stories of creation
We place devotion in whatever path our heart has been lead to and with devotion
we find where they truly lead. To now and it infinitesimal wisdom and unity
When the bees buzz over the ripened fruit, you will know it was love that brought them to the stamen not pollination.
I want to be brave and in my hands hold this ball of love
“I can be anything or anyone. A tree, an ant, a human, a bird.”
Hold this love in hands so that I am never scared. So there is never “the other”
This ball of light I hold onto let me courageous and let me not forget
this ball of love and light in it the same
knows no separation no boundaries