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203 · Nov 2021
Refresh
More Love Nov 2021
There is a flavor of alone
In every breath without you.

I want to breathe fresh air.
That doesn’t taste of your absence.
200 · Jul 2018
Exhale
More Love Jul 2018
I’ll write for you
And I’ll read
And watch your soul be appeased

And the knots in my heart will become undone
As you exhale deeply
190 · Jul 2021
Letting go
More Love Jul 2021
I’ll arch my spine
so you can see
the ribs in my chest,
the essence of me.

Let the bones
erupt from my core.
This heart doesn’t need
a cage anymore.
185 · Jan 2022
Salvation
More Love Jan 2022
dwelling on a cloud of airy pleasance
gazing below, upon what once was

tempted, I am, reaching down for sensation
Meaning and feeling

the pain i once knew,
heavy and true

When out of the blue,

grace from above
captures my hand

in warm and golden hues

a stable,
easeful
and peaceful feeling

subtle, as it is.

it satisfies my longing
for sensation and truth

With ease, mother grace
places my once-eager hand
upon my own heart

and i soften in  peace
Knowing, i am not alone,
Dwelling on a cloud of pleasance
gazing up at the sky.
178 · Dec 2019
Loneliness
More Love Dec 2019
oh what a weight, us humans bear
on our frail bones

we all know alone
and how heavy it is

no-one can carry alone alone
and at the same time-
no-one is there to help.
176 · Jan 2022
Patience
More Love Jan 2022
Please do not hold
Your breath to me.

Outside of you
I float, waiting
For your warm dwelling place.

And when you exhale,
I will be here.
Waiting for you,
To breathe me in.
173 · Jun 2019
Spring evening
More Love Jun 2019
My heart beats slow
On this blue spring eve
Silence hums
As I continue on
This gentle, winding road
168 · Apr 2019
Trust
More Love Apr 2019
You strike at my heart
It becomes tender
And with one final blow,
It breaks.

Chambers draw open
Contents outpour
And wide it remains
To receive all of life

Your heavy hand
Has made my heart
As tender as the soil
And as open as the sky
161 · May 2019
Night
More Love May 2019
I have learned to enjoy the night
As it approaches,
I no longer turn away
to chase after the day that has passed
Running backwards
Against the eternal force of time

Constantly
Moving
In one direction;
forward.

I have learned to enjoy the night
No longer do I waste the splendor of dusk
Pressing my meager resistance against it

Instead, I melt into it
becoming one with the dimming day
Everything slows
As the darkness gently fades the lines of distinction
blending all of life into one into one
Under the tender canopy
Of night
Where all is made new.

I have learned to enjoy the night
Accepting the day has passed
Come and gone
And that life,
In that particular shade of day
Will never be seen again
159 · Dec 2019
Grief
More Love Dec 2019
why does it feel
on this dark and dreary day
that all light and love is behind me,

evaporated into nothing.

while before me,
everything is as dim and heavy as this moment
when only nothing exists.
159 · Feb 2019
Inspiration
More Love Feb 2019
Pain moves me
Simply because
I cannot bear
to stay with it.
158 · Jul 2021
Summertime
More Love Jul 2021
I know the song of the summer
It sings to me “enjoy”
In yellow hues and aqua greens
Velvet valore on the skin of my teeth
It sweeps my face and kisses my cheek
Oh, sweet song of summer
You make me complete.
157 · Apr 2019
Love
More Love Apr 2019
I love you because
Your shield and sword
Are there to protect
The tender lamb
Of your being
150 · Aug 2019
The Exchange
More Love Aug 2019
She sat
Cross legged
Somehow assuming
the shape
Of a taught
bow and arrow

Palms resting open
White and fleshy,
As leavened dough
Before her womb
One over the other
In a tender gesture
Ever so still

She breathed
In and out

And her lips
Came to a subtle smile

And she looked beautiful there
In that peaceful position

And in her top, left palm
Was a cherry
Black and ripe
Ripe enough
To emit an aroma
That would travel
All the way up
To her creamy face
As she breathed it in
And enjoyed.

Its inner beauty
Leaving its flesh,
To be consumed,
Engulfed,
In her delight.

While all the while
Her plump and tender hands
Cradled the fruit
In its full integrity

Consuming it completely
In peaceful pleasure
Receiving its life
Without taking
a drop of its juice

Perched there,
Upon a cushion
Serenely smiling
At the paradox
She contained

The fruit of life, giving
And she, receiving
Without taking
In return.
144 · Oct 2021
Courage
More Love Oct 2021
I will breathe with this fear
And cradle her near,
until she decides to go.

For now, she is scared.
And she finds my flesh inviting.
My body warm,
My mind – open and appealing.

A fleeting part of me,
I choose not to distance myself.
Becoming a fragment
Of my experience.

I will stay,
Unafraid,
Until she finds
A new place to go.
143 · Oct 2019
Generosity
More Love Oct 2019
pink
open
soft

sweet
hues
delight

"take"
she says
with her gentle, open glow
resting calmly as they enter

her scent affirming
that life's purpose
is to live.

and when the sun fades her pink
into warm shades of brown
and her nectar runs dry
and life passes by,
without pausing to feed or delight.

gently and humbly
she releases all of herself
petal by petal
into the earth

saying - "take..."
141 · Apr 2019
Defeat
More Love Apr 2019
My heart had become
Tenderized meat
Pounded and hanging
For vultures to eat
140 · Mar 2019
The simple man
More Love Mar 2019
I miss that man in the garden
With coarse dark hair and a smile
With thick skin
And callused hands
And a tender toughness
That appeals to a child

I miss that man at the table
Behind the morning paper
I miss his simple routines
And his humble ways

And I recognize in him
The strength of simplicity
The great honor and privilege
To live amongst
Such perfect repetition of pattern
What meaning it creates in time

I miss that man in the living room
Relaxed on the sofa at night

Oh the simplicity
It wrings at my heart
That being
Oh that being

Day in and day out
Over and over again
Oh what it means to be alive
140 · Feb 2021
Context
More Love Feb 2021
Deep in every eye is a soul—
And there is only one like that.

And every word spoken
Is a human attempt,
to convey the complexity
of an utterly unique human experience
never to be had again.

And our bodies contain—
for a moment in time—
the power
to create life.

And when we pass,
we will be gone, forever.
139 · Aug 2022
Discipleship
More Love Aug 2022
You said to your disciples–
“You of little faith”
–And you loved them,
Nonetheless.

And I, of little faith
Follow you,
Seeking more.
138 · Aug 2020
Life
More Love Aug 2020
There are no numbers to the days,
or the words i have written.
Life cannot be contained by
something so linear.

Life is more like a word  -
or a gesture -
or breath...

But certainly not a clock,
represented by digits -
fleeting and repeating...

No, life is more like a dance.
with a partner who
gazes deeply upon you,
and moves you
in ways you could have never imagined.

Only to vanish -
mid-dance.
138 · Oct 2019
Peace
More Love Oct 2019
weightless white snow
lays a blanket of peace
over all of the earth
as music sings
in soft whispers
across the globe
137 · Mar 2019
Fear
More Love Mar 2019
Stepping out on the ledge
that held him with a weak and trembling grip,
his eyes were filled
with the future

Lucid lights painting ribbons through the sky,
tracing the frantic motion
of masses lost,
in a rush to nowhere

Entranced by the spectacle,
eyes yellow aglow,
he ceased to notice
the grounds growing tremor
129 · Jun 2019
Untitled
More Love Jun 2019
Looking back
I can see..
how deep
and how true,
my love was-
for you.
More Love Sep 2022
“What if?” shouts fear, loud and shrilling.
“I’ll still be here” God whispers, softly.
125 · Apr 2021
Late summer reflection
More Love Apr 2021
I can sense before with such sweetness, that spring.
Although at the time, all I could feel was the rain.

It's late in the summer now.
And God willing, I'll still be here when autumn comes.

Perhaps then, in retrospect,
the summer will not seem so hot.
120 · Apr 2019
The Victim
More Love Apr 2019
She covered herself
From head unto toe
Screaming and weeping
For not being seen
120 · Aug 2022
Becoming
More Love Aug 2022
Before You,
I never knew,
How much love,
I was capable of.
119 · May 2020
Spring
More Love May 2020
Alas, Spring is here!

A fine young woman
Hearty and young
Full of life

Plump and fertile
With pale white skin
Pink cheeks, lively eyes
And brown curls around her face

Her arms are full
With flowers of yellow and white
And she carries loaves of bread
In a sack on her back

Children skip behind her
In streams of laughter
And she leaves a trail
Of petlas on their path

She wears a halo of sun
Above her full face

And a flower crown
On her soft bed of hair

She breaths warmth on the days
Melting mornings like butter

And when she cries, it rains
And the town becomes silent
Giving room to the boom
Of her sorrowful roars

And when it is finished
She sings with joy
And the birds chime in
And the grass lifts
And horses drink peacefully
From a nearby stream

And the sky outpours its light
Affirming all will be alright

People rush from their doors
To observe the spring fair
Enjoying her celebratory visit
As the earth opens up,
To give way to life.

And when she leaves
Ever-so-quietly one night,
Her sister comes knocking,
Early in the next morning
With her fire red hair and safari eyes
Jumping and dancing and kissing the moon
Summer has arrived-

Followed by father autumn,
Whose quiet power
Sways life from the trees.
And mother winter,
Who brings comfort and rest
With her blanket of white.

Till' again spring returns
And all the world rejoices
At the arrival of their favorite guest,

Generous and humble
Marvelous,
Spring.
118 · Mar 2019
Dropped
More Love Mar 2019
I keep trying to prove
to myself and to you
that I am something of value
to hold onto

But this outpouring of words
won’t do me justice

And won’t convince you
that I am worth keeping
116 · Jan 2020
Commitment
More Love Jan 2020
It is far more challenging
To return again

Than it is,
Simply to stay
All the while.

Despite the trouble
This staying contains.
111 · Oct 2021
Then
More Love Oct 2021
I used to be a child.
My mothers child.
My fathers daughter.

I used to be the hope
In my grandmother's eyes.

I used to know her hands.

I used to have a brother, once.
We used to talk at night.

I used to run by cold, Atlantic waters.
Now I sit by the Pacific.

I used to have a brother once.

Stoic and gentle–
With dry eyes
And a giant, armored heart.

He, too, used to play in gray, New England tides.

I used to have a family.
We used to be a family.
108 · Jan 2020
Forgiveness
More Love Jan 2020
I imagine
Forgiveness
As a fountain,
Always running...

Regardless of  
the thirsty, poor -
- always taking

Always pure,
Regardless of corruption,
from the ignorant,
innocent youth.

We have all taken
what is not ours
and given
what we should have
kept to ourselves.

But forgiveness,
in her faithful way,

Never stops
producing more
chances to
Triumph.
More Love Sep 2022
I went walking
On a soft, September afternoon
The air was gentle, with new life ahead

And deep within the blue autumn breeze
Children ran down city streets
And life moved quickly
While the soft September air
Gracefully slipped between
Busy bodies, honking horns

And all of life went on,
Pressing forward
Melting into one thing

Soft and glowing
Beating, proceeding

Perfect, purposeless
–Life
Living itself
Under soft September skies

As I walked, I could see

Lines across faces
Toothless grins
Children running
Birds overhead
The empty allies
The green of the trees
Trails of consumption

All of what was, and is
And is yet to come…

On soft, September city streets
Beyond the reach of summer heat…

Raw, one and serene
Beating with a near-winter glow.
104 · Feb 2020
Confidence
More Love Feb 2020
I am my father's daughter

Let me rejoice!
For just a breath,
In the simple truth

That this is enough.
104 · Jul 2021
Dreams
More Love Jul 2021
I thirst
For knowledge
And meaning
And sensation
And feeling

And to be desired
And to quench my desires
And to sleep peacefully
In the arms of another

And to know God

And to eat fresh fruit
Plucked from trees

And to roam
With my ancestors
Among olive trees

And to feel my feet
On dewy grass
In the springtime

And to know youth again

And to give to the hands of the needy
And to receive gratefully, what I need

And to celebrate
For eternity
At a long, wooden table
Among full, smiling faces
Of those I adore.
More Love Feb 2022
I am too tired
To contort words and phrases,

All I can speak is my truth:

Give me your love
Give me your love
Give me your love.
101 · Jan 2022
Destiny
More Love Jan 2022
How grateful I am
To capture time and sensation
In words and meaning…

Delight & despair
wrapped in a message

To share with it’s rightful recipient.

Divinely delivered
Through the hands of God,
So you can know–

You are not alone.
And that one day,
Everything will be okay.
100 · Jan 2020
Mercy
More Love Jan 2020
She leaves,
And he stays.
She takes,
And he gives.
She strikes,
And he endures...

All the while seeing
Her loving,
Tender ways
Despite this - temporary -
darkness.
100 · Aug 2020
Morning
More Love Aug 2020
The cerulean sky beats with life
And the homes stand still beneath her.
And the trees lift their tender branches,
Wet with morning dew,
Toward her vital hue.

From my window
I watch life wake.

Alive-
Another day.
100 · Feb 2020
Persistence - 2
More Love Feb 2020
Half way
Presents two choices
Easeful - down
Or challenge - up
I think I’ll take the ladder.
99 · Oct 2021
Speak
More Love Oct 2021
Time passes fast
And in it,
If I have not conveyed myself,
I have done nothing.
97 · Nov 2021
Victory
More Love Nov 2021
The sweet thing about the end
Is that it necessitates surrender
And builds humility.

Even in the final hour,
Truth will always triumph.
97 · Jul 2021
No more
More Love Jul 2021
I was never yours
To put me down
So don’t try to put me down, now.

When I was never yours to start.

I was always too much for you.
And you couldn’t lift me up to start,

So don’t try to put me down now
When I’m already down and out.
97 · Jan 2022
Unveiling
More Love Jan 2022
I am too tired to hide,
From you anymore.

This is who I am.
96 · Aug 2020
Rest
More Love Aug 2020
How kind life can be
when she cradles me
as peacefully,
night falls.
96 · Sep 2020
The passing of summer
More Love Sep 2020
Once the summer passes,
It’s really gone.

Never to return
In that particular, summer flavor.

So sweetly savored—
Or perhaps eagerly consumed,
Without a moment to enjoy...

Tides have come to rise and fall
over familiar sands

Many suns and moons
have shone upon shores

Children have laughed,
Mothers have rested.

Ice cream has melted
Down sticky hands.

Hot, starry skies
Have nurtured romance...
and reflected love
in innocent eyes

Life has bloomed
And as it appears-
And nothing has died.

But when summer passes,
It’s really gone.

Like the tide, the moon and the sun
Again to rise
In its rightful time...
95 · Feb 2022
Awe
More Love Feb 2022
Awe
I can't believe
How much love
The human heart
Is capable of.
95 · May 2020
Beauty
More Love May 2020
Marvelous splendor
The eyes delight
God’s thumbprint upon
This magical sight

She wears herself
And nothing more
Standing true
In her natural form

Beauty is,
Not symmetry
Beauty is
Simply to be

God made you, you
And nothing more
So wear it proud
And wear it strong

There is only one you
On the face of this earth
And someone out there
Can see all your worth

Without you changing
A single thing -
Your beauty is in
Your true being

So let your light
Shine through today
So God can delight
In what he has made.
94 · Apr 2020
Nostalgia
More Love Apr 2020
Silent streets beckon,
Wide and empty, like an open hand
A gentle pull back to before

When summer heat
Danced from the streets
Melting time like Dali’s clock
As the night sky poured out her stars
Into our eager and open eyes

When opportunity rushed in
On autumn leaves
Sweeping out the old
In a blue sky breeze

And curtains burst open
On a crisp winter's morning,
Revealing a portrait of white
In a wide and timeless sky

When alone
Was just a seed,
A fantasy of youth,
Yet to reveal
Its perfect purple pedals,
Only to the moon

And racing feet
Kissed the dew
On tender springs buds
Bursting with life.

How gentle a time,
It was to be young,
When all four seasons were ahead.
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