I remember playing the same album every morning for an entire year. Blessed was I, to have an apartment mate who did not complain. Every morning “Dias de prosperidad” would blast from my room. That was a long time ago when I needed to heal. when I lived in the forest and I wasn’t strong enough to get out of bed, when music was my crutch and poetry my bread.

I began eating poetry yesterday. Separated each word from the other with thinly cut slices.
Hope              Do               Not                Leave    

Hope                 Be             With               Me

          Grace              Engulf                 Me
                              
                      Guidance    
              
Openness      ­                      I  welcome
                         You

I savored them each

Periodically I crumble
rumble the earth like the faults lines where tectonic plates meet

“Tomorrow I will wake up and cry out of joy or sorrow when I check the election results”
“Tomorrow morning I am going to cry”
“It’s so close”
“It will be interesting to see the voting demographics“
“It will be too close to call”
“Poles close at 9:00pm “
“We won’t know tomorrow. They have to count the mail in ballots”
“Let’s not stress ourselves thinking about it”
“I know, but I just wish it wasn’t”
“I don’t know”
“I wouldn’t be surprised anymore”

I am eternally in awe with the power of the human spirit. How is rises each and everyday. How there is nothing it cannot overcome.

May there be beauty and joy in your life that is my never ending wish for you

May the breeze carry it to you silently
without the weight of words to slow it down

it is time I really started living

I have the strange feeling that I have wasted too many lifetimes
so during this one I chose to stick to spirit
to walk as close as I can to it
May the trees be hierophants

Let the world reveal its sacredness
I am open to receiving
this is the season
the lifetime
I am led by spirit

you are a stream that flows
and I no longer ask why
you flow in that direction