Value your own peace enough to guard it fiercely.
Regard it as something precious,
because it is.
Make no apologies for doing what you think is right to maintain your sense of peace.
No one understands you better than you,
what you must do to take care of yourself,
and you owe no one an apology for how you choose to protect your energy, your peace.

-Rhia Clay

She speaks like a morning zephyr—
Whispers in my ears so tender,
Warming my heart to a char like a burning ember.
I’ve become her star, illuminating the dark—
And I’ll guide her to the pillars of galaxies,
Fat beyond the expanse of forever,
If only to taste her lips.

She is a diamond—
Laced with sapphire, ruby,  and emeralds—
All that is precious and earthen.
The very fabrics of life that shine with blinding resplendence,
All that sparkles inside the iris of her beautiful scrying orbs
That pierces me like a pagoda gun, seeing through the holes she creates
My ramparts crumble under the weight of her smile
And I am a stalwart centurion -
I’ll guard her like precious treasure.

This little light of mine.

You are my Precious,
My love towards you is Pious,
My intentions are not malicious,
All I want was to cherish you as glorious.

My thoughts will never be poisonous,
Though there are people various,
I have taken you as a person serious,
Around you I am always curious.

Day by day I am becoming so anxious,
To be part of your life will be fabulous,
I feel being around you is auspicious,
When you are with me, I lose my conscious.

All makes sense and sounds obvious,
We are meant to be not only this but life previous,
If we are together my life will be gracious
My heart for you will always be generous…

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

“We’ve engineered the world for comfort and ease. Most people rarely step outside of their comfort zones these days—we’re living progressively soft, sterile, temperature-controlled, overfed, under-challenged, safety-netted lives1. And it’s slowly limiting the degree to which we experience our, as the poet Mary Oliver put it, “one wild and precious life.””
Michael Easter, Substack

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five months have expired
from when this notion
1st caught my notice
but fallow lay,
unattended, unremarked
unforgiving

of my ignorance and inattention

but it freshly, rightly,
core challenges me

guilty of the underbelly softness
so well described,
I
choose to scribe,
wrestle with angel and devil,
two~on~one human,
and yet, still a
fair fight

"wild and precious!"

how rarely we employ these
adjectives,
that conjure the edginess of an
existence

lest you think,
that we are here to implore, urge,
skydiving, remote wilderness trekking, or other physical states
that set adrenaline on fire,
I am not
afterthat for them

oh, my
wild and precious
is far more treacherous and enthralling

what I beg you to embrace is
no farther than
nubs, knobs and stubbled nibs of your fingers,
the taste buds flowering invisible
on the wily, twisty tongue,
the  tiny-vibrating little hairs of your nostril,
two extra large  eggy pupils of your two eyes,
here lies danger,
your customized throbbing throbbing your drumming,
leadings
access to the garden of
The truly wild and precious,

the poems you will scribe,
from the safety of your captains chair,,
Throwing caution to the wind compose and depose yourself with bitter questioning,
For which the answered answers must be truly be
wild and precious

  cyan sighs,
oaken cries,
furious colorless invasive tears,
steely stabbing personal truths,

yes those wild ones,
in your. chest close held,
spill them like cold coffee,
surrender the precious, and
inward confess your
shame, gains  and the relit
that you are not merely
wild and precious
but a sea borne sailor,
a navy voyaging to
to where
danger enthralls
enlivens!

Depression can affect you.
When things go against you,
Or they go unexpectedly away,
But don't blow your heart away,
All this is temporary, you know,
When you know, you know,
So, don't cry over things.
However, take care,
If you lose yourself,
You won't know.
It will be known,
To you unknown,
And to the world,
It will be known.
It is the whiskey,
To you, it is risky.
But take care of your liver.
If it fails, after all the abuse,
You wouldn't get your glass,
The Precious Evening Glass.