morning haiku in a new home
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
fierce wind dances with wetness
warm coffee on tongue,
a jet pushes through the sky
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
seeing your name in my journal just now takes me back to that first day your eyes on me as i slurped the chai like a cat me feeling shy because we had made love under the stars and here we were in the daylight learning about each other (toes in the water after a…
the emperor as she builds foundations her Mother Earth solid beneath her feet with precision and heart she crafts her life in the darkness she cries as joy floods in
From the Beach Today’s bricolage comes from the beach at Carkeek Park which has been my go-to place for contemplation for 16 years. There is little that I can’t process emotionally or mentally when I’m near the water at that particular beach. My only rule for this piece was that the objects had to come…