Writing this winter morning.
Thoughts so flitting,
Floating.
Coffee steaming,
Warming.
Snuggled in a blanket looking
Out frosted windows.
The kitty does not know what she wants
Jumping on my lap,
Then down.
I lose myself for moments
Distracted by the sunrise
Over distant mountains.
On beats my heart a little louder.
Once again it grows stronger.
I recognize my courage.
Promote harmony in the hearts
Of your peers.
Do not feed their misery.
Dance and sing.
Open doors
And run free.
Run to each other
Together.
Mother Earth sings her song.
It is in the dirt,
The wind,
The water of the raging rivers
And the peaceful ponds.
The trees and the mountains.
The lion and the sparrow.
We think we do not know her song
But we too are her song.
We have only become distracted
For her music is in our very cells.
The blood of our ancestors.
Be still, your soul
And listen.
This song never pauses.
Sing with her once more.
Clouds of black
As day turns to night.
I try to speak with all my might,
Soundless.
On hands and knees I crawl.
The wind pushes me to where i do not wish to go,
Where i do not recall my name.
My skin feels not my own.
I lie motionless,
Overcome with shadows.
Still i breath.
I sleep until I forget
And dream
In a place
Where time slumbers
And forgets as well.
We rise to the highest point
We see.
We bring with us
A flame,
One that has withstood much pain.
And with the flame comes much desire
To burn,
To burn.
To burn
Much higher.
To be seen by all
Who are fighting far from shore.
Far from home.
Their sight dim.
So burn brighter than before.
Burn brighter for the whole.
To bring,
To bring,
To bring
Them home.
Unseen,
The cold air
Does snap the branch
Without
Remorse.
On crisp snow I walk
And stop
To listen
To the snowflakes fall.
Silence.
I love to catch them on my tongue.
So light.
So delicate.
So beautiful.
I want to see each one,
Gaze into all of its
Intricacies.
My heart
In awe of every great design.
They remind me of us,
Our souls.
Each made of the same stuff and so
Utterly precious.
And we always fall into one another.
We should embrace the fall.
Chole Into Diamonds 