We were what we were
And we are what we are.

There is many necessary things about the past

The Mundane is sacred too
Without it you are ungrounded
The there profundity in the simplest things

.

Are you truely Serene, or do you amputate yourself of the chaos of life
(  and think yourself above it? )

All water flows
towards the sea, they say
I think what happens when I cry
Is that I would like to be washed away
.
Ice melts beneath the heat of my flesh
Life giving water drips
From my eyes to my hands
To my finger tips
And to the sea
.
Snow melts
To soften and nourish the earth
And leave tender spaces
For the young things to bloom
...
The heat of my passions cool
Like mist in the trees, it settles
On my skin
Mischievous and solemn -
spirits beckon me, they tug on my clothes
To dance, or die..

I've been washed away

In the future
When I hold love around me like a cocoon
And it unbecomes my being -
I hope I remember you
Even as my wings unfurl from under my skin,
As I take my first breaths
And fly

Each day builds upon each other
Wiping clean and making new the same
Soft leather, creased from touch
Each breath overlaps, makes no demands

Life is like a great glass marble,
changing hands

There is beauty in suffering too sweetheart,
to revel in the pains of existence
I think maybe I suffer and love
in equal measure
and, God!- what a way to be alive