I will tell my daughters

always come home to yourself

your worth is not only in your body

it is in your spirit, the stardust

flecked across your skin

I will tell my sons

never become a wolf

never devour flesh

and forget a woman’s name

say her name like a prayer

cry oceans and taste saltwater on your lips

for when you break and fall

you can rebuild and stand

for that is how you both will learn to love

What you are
is what surrounds you

Do you walk
with red anger
always exposing the
claws behind your back
or are you the silent air
that moves us
stealthily thru this world
gentle as a warm whisper

You are that
an inward
light reaching
for its kindred flame

I sit in the sofa, sipping warm tea,
As the world around me shatters slowly .

I read a Cinderella story, a happily ever after;
All the while ignoring the sound of breaking hearts .

It gets unbearable, the cries for help;
So I close my book and turn to the real world:

The one where people violate for pleasure,
The one where people are devoted to materialism .

I see people of different cultures, races, genders and beliefs
All under the roof of destruction;
All bonded by one emotion: Grief.

There’s a toddler, crying;
Two figures lie next to him, lifeless.

I stand up from the sofa,
Tears forming in my eyes .

But I cannot move, I am being held back
By the rope of self-interest .

Suspended within
the dark womb of space
We are this immortal
expression of one
singular phenomenon
We all began in mystery
We all began as female
The open catalyst for all things

Sit there and watch
the power of the moon
feel how you are moved
by Her
your blood at her mercy
Watch the tides and learn
to surface when it is safe
enough to breathe  
wax with Her
and wane with Her
learn to swim with the
mutable tides
of your existence
navigate these hours
by Her
then see the bounty
of the moon spill into your life