“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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The two things I want to impart to my daughters that I never saw modeled and am still learning are this: #1 Follow your joy. Always. #2 Walk away from things that hurt or don’t feel good. I wish someone had taught me to say: “I don’t like the way you treat me (or how…
winter arrived with a song (and a roar!) the turning wheel brought new light (and lusciousness) hearts drawn on steamed windows (with music and delight) like a dervish, i whirl! like a primrose, I open! the honeysuckle is a tangle of naked branches (summer, a distant memory)
entropic juice drips wildly down Creation’s chin mad, bifurcated dancing
There are the ones who yammer on endlessly about themselves– their work their art their hobbies their past. yammer yammer yammer I call these the wounded children, the narcissists the boring. There are the ones who peek into every crevice– of my life ask too many questions and swim too deep into my being. swim…
flesh and blood am i not (only) a projection of your mind not a fantasy to keep you warm or feeling “sexy” tenderness and tears am i not a soft couch to visit when you’re lonely or need a surrogate mother sister wife flesh and blood and tears and sadness and smiles and joy am…
at dusk cartwheels on the grass sister teaching sister with ubuntu the crunch of dried autumn leaves fading red sun shimmers on the river pink cheeks hair tumbling wildly we watch our breath appear on the exhale moments woven together with great laughter and love in autumn bliss