Yesterday, my mom told me I needed to learn to reach out more–to need more. She said, “Sometimes people want to feel needed (meaning her). You come off as someone who doesn’t need anyone. You’ve always been that way.” I thought about what that meant and if it was true. I thought about writing this….
your room of starshine wonder I see you a d r i f t on a sea of buttercups floating with milky clouds. I see you lost in dewdrops your eyes following the W I N D I see you In your room of starshine wonder without walls or eyes. F r e e, r…
A Bridal Song I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their…
“How have you been?” he asked. “Empty. You?” “Same.” he replied. After listening for a bit, I realized it’s a different kind of empty. There is the emptiness of mindfully cutting away all the things that have been killing one’s spirit, and allowing the kind of hunger that keeps you feeling alive. This empty is…
