There has always been something very shy about me
that made me stop and look at plants and sense the trees
be around other quiet things
there has always been something too painfully shy in me that when it matters most I cannot speak
it is not that I stop feeling it’s just that I am overwhelmed with so much that I feel dizzy and flustered

I see it now
it is a slab of concrete that I have to break slowly through

How do you transform anything
now I know only with love

Who are they ? What does their front door look like ?


My friend could not sleep all night
she spent it crying
“It hit home for me” she told me as we rode back home on a bus
eight people shot dead in Atlanta at a spa
her words, her sadness and her fear for her parents
I could only listen and cry with her
somethings are too horrible
too sorrowful

What are their stories? What lives did they live?

Some morning I just want to cleanse my being and cry
cry and let it all roll
out

I do not want to control anything or tell the sun where to shine I just want to feel the sadness so whenever I feel the I sun I can stop and soak it in

I do not want to ask to be loved because I already am I just want to feel it
feel it as I walk down the street (on some days it’s stronger the earth brims with love)

I do not need to stop loving anyone  I just need to love them so much more that their is not just some freedom in my love but complete freedom and no more holding anyone back because I love myself and I know how much of a crime that can be

You are not an object to hold onto you
you are living breathing being
you are not at fault for anything
I understand the way life flows
it seeks constant renewal
it is in constant change

I honor the little things inside of me
I go around barefoot over the sandy expanse of my mind and body and soul
and pick each of their lovely gifts up
as if they were shells and place them in a little bucket and I walk some more until I get to my home. There I can sit; my legs spread wide so I can place the bucket between them and take profound look at each shell one at a time.

Tomo los retoños de primavera y los siembro en mi hombro
tomo las hojas que nacen pequeñas
apunto de volverse sobra sobre mi
y las cultivo al lado de mi pecho abierto
tomo todo lo bello que se asoma
en cada minuto dentro del día
y con ello procedo a lo que es
y a lo que aun día será