I wish you knew of the joy it is
that you now exist in my life.
The smile opening up inside of me,
just like a tornado approaching,
like a flower blooming,
like new seeds sprouting on a wet summer night.

I'd like to see it grow,
although it scares me to watch my predictable and safe garden change,
so wildly,
without my permission,
challenging my old and known beliefs...

So, chamomiles, come on in
and bring peace to a troubled mind.
So, prayers, send out your healing calls of compassion.

For now I can only but learn of Love's ways of traveling through me,
All-encompassing,
never judging,
never demanding,
always kind.

Serene is the rain cleaning the wounds deeply carved on my skin
washing away my own judgments,
assumptions,
putting down walls of protection
little by little built around me.

Serene is the rain bringing about change,
revealing naked new born grains,
opening up the pine flowers of self-forgiveness,
allowing me to see you more clearly now.

I wish you knew,
in times when I'm not blind,
I can only but be thankful
For rains, and flowers and the new born grains
are composing something beautiful...
I'll lay myself down and listen.

That words are divine,
But that poetry
Is made by living:

Become the poem.

There is only love waiting for you here.
No bitterness,
No accusations.
If you leave,
If you sail away like an intrepid ship
On a vast blue sea,
If you forget that I ever breathed your name like a prayer
And touched your lovely face like you were made of glass,
No matter how long it takes
When-
If-
You come back,
There is only love
Waiting for you here.

All the silence does not mean
You are alone,
It is the world waiting for you
To listen;
And in the darkness you are
Found by the light
Of your hope.

And in the tears of your
Pain you are born,
There you become stronger
And it creates order.

Pick up your flesh as your spirit
Lifts,
And speak your happiness
As if the tip of your tongue
Was the mountain's peak
Speaking at the sky,
The burden is a caged bird
And only the conscious can set
It free.
And sing to yourself so that
You know you are never alone
In your body.

Know that your crazy is beautiful
Because it makes you YOU,
Wear your skin like
Your cozy blanket and cuddle
In the warmth of yourself.
     You are not broken,
But scattered like the night
With pieces like stars shining,
    Open your pain and yourself
To the wound of the world and heal
Whatever you choose.