Lone night;
Wolf howls.
It is you I hear.
The sky is wide
And echoes deep
The longing underneath.
Lone night;
Wolf howls.
It is you I hear.
The sky is wide
And echoes deep
The longing underneath.
Do not take lightly the pain
Of another because they do not hurt like you,
(measuring with your eyes
that which cannot be poured into a cup)
Honor another’s soul (and your own)
And know that pain is pain;
Yet again relative only to each persons heart And soul experience.
We need to sit and listen more
Be gentle
Be love
Laugh
And validate
Look each other in the eyes
And say (to yourself as well)
“I know you exist.
I see you,
I feel you.
You are worthy
And you are enough.”
*originally published on August 17, 2016*
She stood staring at the monument,
Her mind taken back
To then.
Was that the same wind blowing through her hair
That blew
On a day so very long ago?
Has it just been traveling the world;
Been out there somewhere waiting to hear her heart beat again?
Now she was
Afraid to turn around.
Not ready to leave,
Fearful the tears would fall
And a passerby would stare.
They would most likely
Assume she must be drunk or out of her mind.
No, she teetered on the edge and almost plunged
But
She was
Simply sad.
Just plain sad. People do not like to see that
Sadness.
Tears.
The Ravens are busy telling stories
Outside my window.
They have the most recognizable voices.
The sweet, sweet smell of clover
And the melody of the bees working so
Diligently as I walk through the fields.
(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)
This song of the wind
Brings harmony to my carefully
Placed bare footsteps kissing the
Soil.
I do not wish to crush anyone
Or anything.
We fight,
Oppose,
Titling winners or losers
When we are
All merely water,
Whether raindrop or river,
Flowing to
The same ocean.
No longer seeking.
What is, is.
I am the stillness, the stillness is me.
Unfathomed thoughts
As i sit in the moss and
Get lost in
All that is
Flowing, flowing
Through me.
No space, no time.
Endless breath submergence.
Unbend.
These are the days.
You hear it said again and again
And ignore the wisdom.
You cannot shake everything you think is Wrong and carry it.
Carry it on and on.
And the days go.
Change your mind,
Change your heart.
Your view will start to morph,
For these are the days.
Then they are gone,
You are gone.
Melancholy
Delight
Melancholy
Delight
Up
Down
Up down
Round and round
Spinning, spinning.
Trying to grasp anything
As it passes by.
And the tea kettle whistles
Bringing me back
Here.
And I put my feet upon the floor
Once again
Ready to live more.
More than ever.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
*originally posted November 3, 2015*
*choleintodiamonds*
We are all meant to feel
What has been labeled
“Too much”.
By who, we do not even remember
But most likely they were
Fearful of feeling
“Too much”.
This being taught prior to them by someone who
Was fearful of feeling
“Too much”
And put on repeat without question.