perhaps his heart
is too bright
for your boxy, measured world
perhaps his wonder
isn’t brandable
in your tight space, rat race
bullies come
and bullies go
(they tend to find each other)
love remains
truth remains
(free the boxes)
single leaf falling
(From PIE root *aug- “to increase”)
“I want to change the world because it scares me,” I said. “I know,” he said, with his voice filled with tenderness. Sometimes I want to forget him and then I remember that moment and my heart smiles.
reaching petals afire longing to merge with the vast unknown sky
I am moving into the places of deep questioning that I believe we all go through at one point and time. The place that hopefully leads to spirit and ego shaking hands and deciding to play nice. I am seeing the many ways I have either not been sincere in my interactions with others because…
winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender