i know you're scared
but let's not worry about our love. instead,
give it the freedom to flourish, the space to be wounded, to collect scars

let us fight the fear of losing sight of it
as it runs through the field of our rights and wrongs
as it swims through the sea of our secrets
as it crawls through the crevices within our pleasures and pains
as it flies high with our spirits in every shared glance
as it walks barefoot through our fights and poorly-chosen words
as it grows old with our bodies, wise with our minds
it will roar and glow eternal through our storms

as each day ends, we should let our love sleep
give it sweet time and hope it dreams of us all night
let's keep the silence
baby, find the stillness in your mind and know
that when morning breaks and the sky awakes
we're gonna wake up to its smile

to be yours would be a Sunday morning
sipping on a favorite tea
watching as everything became veiled in stillness

to have your love would be a summer night
stolen stars and kiss soaked memories
surrounded by the inevitable sunrise

but to have both
oh, to have both
that could be nothing but a dream

i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair.

i played a game of hide and seek--
hiding from feelings, sought only by others
to prove that i had some semblance of humanity
lurking behind my blank eyes.

those days were dark, angry
as they ate me up, gathering every drop
of my existence like a sponge

fast forward: i'm far away and
mom says the chair is gone.
what should have felt like anguish
feels like nothing.

all the feelings are in the chair
like coins hidden in the couch cushions,
gone before we recognized their existence.

i've reverted back to the days when
i held a permanent position
in between the arms of an
ugly, paisley patterned easy chair,

but now the chair is gone
and i am left to soak up the feelings.

the stillness
of some nights
has few equals

owls sounds
out of nowhere
under this canopy

honeyed darkness
wrapped around
my lonely steps

The incessant untrained mind
Is like a dripping faucet with an open drain;
Never full of contentment, never empty of thought.

The stable training mind
Is like a dripping faucet with a closed drain;
On the way to fullness, every drop of mindful practice adds up.

The overflowing master's mind
Is like an overflowing tub with a constant faucet and closed drain.
Full of bliss, he stands as a totem of overflowing wisdom and insight.

Silence the wisher;
it would be true magic
if only I could
when World doesn't bring me
what I think it should
and time doesn't heal
the wounds beneath
the smile I wear
or the song I steal
when it just ain't perfect
and there's stuff to fix
and my wicked little Wisher
is in the mix
and my in the moment
can't stay the tide
of the emotion rising
from memories I hide

Silence the Wisher
and set me free
so the way I appear
is the way I BE.

When my mind is
vacant and empty,
I can sense the Lord
Orchestrating beauty
From the heart of the void.

Tranquility of a still morning
Is worth more to me
Than everything and more.
Compared to the stress
Of the speeding world.