#feelingalive
How lucky am i to see the sun today
Lucky to hear the birds sing along with the buzzing of the bees
Lucky to feel the wind tickle my cheeks
Lucky to smell the ocean breeze and feel the sand beneath my feet
How lucky am i to feel alive and full of glee
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
It is hard
to describe
how the rush of
the drench
of a furious
storm makes
my downpour
clench
wet desert wind
that sparks me
alive
sending currents
from the whorls of
my scalp
down through the
rings of my spine
It trips over
dermis
like kimono silk
thick as the cream
of lapped-up
milk
alighting my
senses in
rose quartz tints
igniting cells
to my surface
with earthed-up flint
The strike of rocks
echoes ancient
sounds
reverberating heat
throughout my scared
mound
And I let the rain
pour directly in
to my soul's
humble vessel,
cleansing me,
rinsed
from relentless
spirit-wrestle
free of stains
from self-doubt,
self-hate
to align my vision
with choice-infused fate
and I am the storm
that swirls through
the trees
I am the dream
whipped up thick
in the breeze
ready for surrender
as I pull the reigns
ready for the tender
conflagration
of the
sacred
blaze
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC