he got caught;
yes I got him
caught on the
edge of 2nd &

                crux,
he turns to me
on eyes glazed
through a pane
of his car, white
balloon balancing
the pretty cast
of his head. It

serves the eye -
it isn't quite there
as I move closer,
parallel to collide
as sensations start
to crunch.

Innocence.
Laughter.
Adventure.
Kindness.
Achievement.
Disappoint­ment.
Victory.
Defeat.
Honor.
Strength.
Weakness.
Loneliness.
Con­nection.
Choice.
Paradox.
Change.
Beauty.
Pain.
Compassion.
Anger­.
Courage.
Fear.
Drama.
Joy.
Surrender.
Peace.

All of this is life.
Will you embrace it,
or hide until you meet your most real moment?

Navigation on rough waters
It is not an easy feat
Especially if you aren't a pilot
And you've never been this deep.

I thought I knew the currents
And the channels to avoid
But I'm stuck here in the crashing waves
And I need help, I have no choice.

So with gritted teeth and stubborn hands
I take up my pen
And write my message in a bottle
To the beginning and the end.

He has made the very seas
Alone, I can't seem sail
So why would I reject His compass
Cause on my own I'll always fail.

Salty air, wet hair.
Sun shining bright,
Sand warming my toes.
Watching waters,
Rise and fall.
Oh look!
A small sea star,
In a tidal pool.
This is my home,
Where I really belong.
No matter where I am,
*I will always be part of the sea.

Cross legged
sitting in lotus pose
she blushes,swells
a white lotus
before the rising sun.
Palms are pressed
together in front
in a "Namaste"
to the divine, present
in everyone.
He is now just
some other, no special
eyes while closing tell.
How 'yoga' with the
higher self could  exclude
amour's special privilege?
Adamant to reclaim it
between  points of twin buds
his eyes vacillate,
her eyes closed shut, still
moves, lids peel a bit
lips curl and sent a hiss
like a hearty exhale
it sounded "decedent"