“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” ~Buddha
each step
i am destined
to take
illuminates itself.
as i travel
in the dark,
unseen hands
keep me
from taking
a wrong turn.
every breath
every step
every moment
is an act of faith
and sublime
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you said you worried about me that i seemed like i was on a boat heading into a storm alone (then you left) it turns out the storm was you and the rainbows come without you
I’m realizing that I am always pushing against something in my life. It’s either my nature or some kind of curse but it’s real for me. One thing I know for sure is that I wasn’t put on this earth to fit into someone’s little box. I don’t fit well into small boxes. I like…
I know you come here to visit this blog. Thousands every month (or perhaps just one of you thousands of times!) I don’t know who you are, but here’s what I want you to know: You are loved and lovable. You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I wish you oodles of love, laughter and joy…
![creation haiku [ wailing chaos]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/1445487339077.jpg)
deep inside the womb deterministic chaos is ready to wail
Oh! The gentle grace of a feverish afternoon. You lay in my arms in your perfection, sleeping fitfully my lips kissing wellness into your forehead– your cheeks. You awaken, believing it a new day (I tell you I remember that feeling when I was sick!) and proclaim today you will be “peppier”. We watch the…
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.