I read that if you want something with all your heart then the universe conspires to make it happen...

But what if I want for nothing
Other than to know
God?

Will the universe conspire to bring about my untimely end?

How will the stars and planets align?
To light my path,
To lead me back to You?

Way finding through the constellations.

What if the only thing I desire
Is to know my purpose?

What if the only thing I want
Is to go Home?

Will you help me then... Universe?

i will carry the universe
in my hands
in my heart
with my breath

i will carry stars
in my smile
underneath my skin
in my blood

so that way
no one can define me
there is a galaxy inside
in this body

i am infinite

for my dad

I crack myself up,
twice
once, at the doctor's office,
a steady stream of me~repartee
made the waiting room, the warring harried receptionist,
and ultimately herr doktor, his royal himself, as well,
somewhere combobulated, somewhere beware and between chuckling to uproarious clutching their sides,
and many stations/gradations in between

finally the teary eyed doc inquired not how
but why I do it,
well, replied I,
somewhat of a family tradition,
doing waiting room shtick,
because the sound of infectious laughter,
fills in the cracks quite nicely
where you cut me open, and also drains away
the deposits of chemotherapy poisoned sinful residuals
just a tad quicker,

and that is why I crack myself up first,
when I boldly look in the mirror and

laugh at the silly scarecrow I have become

I’ll trap you inside these lines so maybe then you will always be mine