i write to describe
the tales of my existence

but not even
an entire language
can put into one’s heart
the essence of experience

for my words
will form their meaning
within the mind of the other
my words are clay between
the readers hands
my writing is the blank page

Sensitivity is my nature
And feeling is my power.
Diving into the currents deep within
I succumb to the flow of life.
My heart is the guide
and my will the follower.
All pieces of me align
A constellation in the night sky.
Tears of a healing elixir
And smiles of a warm fire.
Where sensitivity pervades
Magic is found both within and without.

Taken by reverence
Standing in the presence
Of great and ancient beings.

Dressed in vines
Have lived many lives
Firmly rooted in Earth's will.

Upwards they grow
May it be slow
Follow the blueprint beneath.

Bound by the flow
Of nature's ego
Traversing the chasm of time.

I found God in the clouds
I found God in the trees
I found God in the birds
I found God in the bees

I found God in your soul
I found God in my art
I found God in your eyes
I found God in my heart.

An empty cardboard box
In the two hands of everyone I meet.
A box I never asked for
But a box that’s just for me.

Each one a different color,
A different size, a different shape.
As they form their mental labels
The box is sealed with tape.