The stars flicker and fade
as I walk into the empty field.
The moon is quietly sinking,
it’s time for night to yield.

Tall weeds grasp at my jeans,
desperate to have me sit with them.
But I have a different place in mind;
where I can feel the earth’s slow spin.

The dew soaks into my pants.
It’s almost like wading into a river.
A cool wind kisses my face;
I hug myself and shiver.

The grasshoppers and cicadas
quiet their music as I approach.
Only the rustle of grass surrounds me.
By the creek, a brave toad croaks.

Reaching my spot, I plop down,
turning to the horizon.
I’ve made it just in time.
The sun has not yet risen.

Damp clothes, bug bites, and clinging burrs
are a paltry price to pay
to gaze into the rainbow sky
and watch the birth of a new day.

I only wish to reconpense,
Though undeserving and unfit.
Every little luck,
I would give them all up,
Just for that one pure kiss.
His pure sweet bride,
I long to be.
His, and his alone.
All pure sweet brides,
I envy thee.
For you posses,
The most immaculate of gifts
Most coveted of all my dreams,
The lily fields of continence.
Eternally I will be
Sorrowing my stains
And grieving my lost gifts,
Never to be given again.

You are really never alone
in fact
we meet the maker
of all life
when we are alone

Ever wonder why
you are scared to be alone?
scared of the silence
scared of absence
of things that distract us?

It is because
we meet God in the silence
we hear him
we feel him
when we are alone

Nothing
can be more frightening
yet beautiful
then hearing the maker
of the whole universe

These are the moments
when the touch of soft rain on your face
Smell of new cherry blossoms over head
a glimpse of a small creature stirring
are all you need to keep going

Snow lotuses from above
falling softly into my hands
a little gift from heaven
a little reminder
that he loves me