These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

what a special relationship birds have with air
not only breathing it but riding it
the same as fish with water
and Humans have learned to put their complex communication
their voices, exhaled onto their breath.

other dimensions, different levels,
loves profusion all encompassing.

love is a streak of lightening
a baby new born
newly discovered star (in a black night)
a mother suckling her child.

one persons words
rashly spoken

many a time
unknowingly

has put the spark
to the flame

a benign countenance
can change the world

diffuse the heat
in tortured minds

He does not want my attention
Avoids it, actually
He don’t come around no more
So he doesn’t have to see
Me
I must completely remove myself
To set that man free
Beautiful human being
I am gone from thee
You are free

jobs to potter about the garden
at ones own pace
and natures rewards overspill
all we ever knew
reconnecting the child to wonders lost
and now found.