they chased after
elusive rainbows
thinking the colors–
(the shimmering wonder!)
were outside of them.
one day,
they woke up
and realized they were
light itself
and the game changed.
they did a spiral dance
together
luminous brilliance
(refracted wonderment!)
in an infinite sea of grace
She loves her body and her breasts and delights in her own flesh and shares it with whomever is courageous enough to live their truth and stand by her in the Light.
“Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. But I try to work one day at a time. If we just worry about the big picture, we are powerless. So my secret is to start right away doing whatever little work I can do. I try to give joy to one person in the morning, and remove the suffering…
Who’s more honest? The womanizer with a bottle of Jack and smoldering eyes or the guy in the corner privately judging him and feeling sorry for himself? I know which one I’d rather take home. Why? Because he lives out loud and isn’t blaming anyone for his troubles. We need to stop labeling people as…
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.
under cloudy sky fennel flowers and barbed wire laughing our way home
the fabric of a morning of just noticing It feels so nice to just lay in bed and bask in the space between and listen to birdsong. Running late isn’t an emergency My daughter’s hand feels so sweet in mine. If I couldn’t find a way to make people smile, I would rather not live…