For the immensity of a heart I am grateful
for the ways life can be gentle even when the waters are rough I am blessed

we renew the mind
wash it like a cloth

no matter
how many days,
weeks, months
or years
have passed by

Come to me gentle hands
smile and sprinkle laughter over me
I need soulful remedies
smooth me

May there be more room for joy
and more room for fulfillment
May there be surprises that raise the spirits high
May there be years that take your breath away while watching the sun fall below the skyline and set

the sun whose radiance
beams over me sets off the production of vitamin D

the water that runs down my body as I shower
does more than caress me
it cleans me and it becomes the base of my ****** fluids
60 percent of all me is water

the air that I cannot see is a constant visitor
entering and exiting
one failed appointment or canceled visit
and I would be dead

we are always loved by all the things around us that unite to make us possible
what more than the love of this world for these tender bodies
and its temporal gift of a vessel
for our awareness and existence

Deeply, fundamentally how could we not be loved?

They all made fun of me
ridiculed me
judged me but I kept going because I thought
you would come through

I buried my head deep in trust or foolishness
who knows now

everyone does what they please
why should that be a surprise to me

Sincerely, I just want to rest now. Lay in a field of flowers and fall asleep.

I just want the gentle wind to embrace my body and the greenery to grow around me until it covers me and I feel safe again

The thought of you
disarms me

I do still love you
this mushy heart
this messy hair
and these small pointy lips
just long to talk to you

Let me tell you of how frequently I sit wishing you well. Of how many times, I calm my heart when it starts to race, too fast. Of how deeply, I wish to be by your side. I want to take walks with you during the golden hour.

When I see the sun race over my
parent’s house and set. I know daylight is on its way to greet you–and I smile at the thought.

drift into sleep and wake to a new day
there is no need to worry or carry heavy thoughts
let your body dissolve into the calm of your breath

Things seem simple to me even while they take us into the grey in-betweens of life.
What human being  has not been there?

maybe they are not simple maybe they are
whichever the perspective there is always choice; I refuse to give up my power to choose.

I remember the sway of paper boats in the tub, their short lived buoyancy seems fragile now.

The hair dye my mother uses, gets a shade of brown lighter each year when more of her hairline begins to whiten.

My father’s light brown irises float in a sea of sclera; they look deeper.

My brother files my nails trying to prep them to classical guitar standards  and makes me sing scales with him. I’m always flat; it makes us laugh.

I sit on the porch steps writing poetry– tearing the unsuccessful ones out and folding them into airplanes; how far will they fly?

(Noon goes, and despite the cyclical rotation of the earth when I close my eyes I feel grounded; how can a second feel so infinite? )

Elizabeth Fraser sings me angelic tunes through the speaker and I become a circling girl.

Some days I do not feel as strong
So I bring my left arm up,
fold it and on tilt my head left;
I lean on my own palm for now

It is good to challenge yourself
keep changing
keep reaching for your next inner-ward destination
What is inside is crucial
its fruits determine who you are
but more importantly
how deeply life is felt from the breeze
to water running over your hands, to a smile someone gives you

Can you feel the depth of these moments?
What is inside is crucial.

Friendship is a light illuminating the room
a window letting in the sun and warming what would otherwise be a cold winter

let the prairie grow around me
with its yarrow and smooth blue asters
scattered amongst it a few rough blazing stars with wild bergamot

let them envelop me
and do not leave a hedge between them and me

Do you still believe in the immense beauty of life ?

Yes, even if the door just hit me right in the face

Look at the world around you
what once they said could not be
now slowly becomes reality

Last night I could not sleep; I tossed and turned to no avail
until the body had enough
and forced the eyes to close

What is for me will flow like a river to the sea
naturally
there is no need to worry
or to forget what day it is

I am whole and everything else is a gift
given at its own time

I get to spend more time alone figuring out
what makes me tick
rearranging thoughts, visions of life and
getting lost in streets that seem older than me
opportunities to ponder life and live it are my companions
I find them agreeable, even mysteriously charming

Your world is as wide as eternity, looping over and over again. The constellations keep birthing light, and all things are bursting, brimming: all bears life. How do you tell them this?

Cloudy weather cloudy mind

More practice is needed
I cannot let my thoughts run me over

Bubble little hope of mine
bubble strong with the scent of lavender
and bring me to the fields of purple

where I can meet myself again

Every toll has to be paid with wholeness, so I must be wholly

The quiet is my friend.
It allows ample time to think.
It hands me back to myself.

I have taken all parts you have given:
your small brown feet and your mastery of words, the way you danced and the way you fed those you loved, adding salt to the molcajete, adding prayer to the skies: I practice every day, come good, come bad. come a revolt of words: i show my face

I will listen attentively as you knock on my door to propose a walk on a rainy day in sneakers and a light windbreaker. Heart, I will walk even if you take me through the mud.And if you can slow your pace and let me sit to look at the droplets collect on a common dandelion in my soaked hair & the wrong attire, then I promise you I will slug it out with you, my heart.