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.
Life experienced
In so many little ways.
Taste and touch,
Scent and sight.
I hope you savor every one,
Every moment
When possible.
She was born in the wild,
Immersed in nature from first breath.
Barefoot.
No mirrors
Just freedom.
True.
You see,
She was the wild.
People tried to change her.
They tried to shorten her breaths,
Her wonder.
She bounded too high
Her steps held no path in mind.
Over downed trees she would leap without a
Second thought.
Scratches from sticker bush and branches
Made her laugh.
Brambles in her hair.
And her heart raced at the sight of the bear
And the squirrel;
All the same in the wild.
All one living and breathing being,
Alive,
For together they felt the dirt
On their bare skin. Raw.
The berries and the fiddle fern
Filled her appetite.
Cold mountain waters quenched her thirst.
The wild was her foundation, her breath,
Her heart, her skin.
Her stillness.
She is the wild.
Her secret is this,
(Though she has been set free)
Sometimes she longs for the
False safety of her prison
Yet wakes up at night in
A sweat
From a nightmare
That she has returned.
Sleep does not welcome her
Back
After that.
Plagued.
Motionless for fear of
Being caught,
She will not blink.
Covers soaked and wrapped around her as if
Some magical
Shield from monsters and beasts.
In the darkness she hides.
She prays
For peace within
A prison of a
Different sort.
Once again i am love spent.
You have left me with no other need but
To nourish and hydrate my body
For i am satiated
Of heart and soul.
He is this;
A
Forever burning,
Shooting star.
Never falling.