You can never truly tell
What is in a persons
Heart or mind.
So ask them
Then honor them by listening to
Their reply.
You can never truly tell
What is in a persons
Heart or mind.
So ask them
Then honor them by listening to
Their reply.
Vulnerability.
The stark beauty in the moment
A soul lets their guard down.
And there
Is the naked heart
In all its
Precious grace.
To be held in honor
By us,
The keepers of love
For each other
As we are meant to be.
The red robin is watching me most intently
From the porch rail
Wondering if he should flee.
Unsure whether
My motions might inflict
Pain his way.
He relaxes as he realizes i am merely
Hanging my favorite dress out to dry
So I can wear it out
Tonight.
And once again begins his
Tune.
Sunrise with a morning song over my shoulder.
You
Mystical being
Invoking feelings
Visions
Of other dimensions
My body recalling touch
Another time and space
A portal opening in the soul
Where minds collide and erupt
Bringing forth unison
In the flow between yes and no
Push and pull
Leaving us full
Expressions deep we turn and keep
The union beyond explanation
Resisting the forces of separation
Again and again
We remain
Timeless within
People always try to make you choose.
Trying to figure you out.
Do you like cats or dogs,
Lakes or the ocean?
Mountains or deserts?
Sunrise or sunset,
Rain or sunshine?
Spring, summer, fall or winter?
You can like it all you know.
You do not have to choose.
Leave them confused.