Come now,
Take my hand.
Let us sit under the lemon trees
In my uncles backyard.
Under the branches which bare fruit with
A bright yellow rind,
Those that beckon us to partake of
Bitterness.
Instead we will delight in the color.
Instead we will take comfort in the silence
Between us and observe fruit and
Life
For a while.
Every morning
Someone is falling apart,
Someone is building up.
Someone is on their knees feeling depleted,
Someone is elated.
And this is life.
Our experiences shape our perspective
And awareness
And open us up
To more wisdom and compassion
If we so choose.
Went for a drive today.
Forgot about everything for a while,
But the clouds and sky.
Went for a drive today.
Stopped wondering why for a little bit
And let my mind wander to softer thoughts.
Life is as good as you see it to be.
You have so much more life in
You
(and love)
Than you
Allow yourself to live.
(to give)
She used to believe she was a survivor.
She now knows she is more than that;
A lover of love and life.
Love is too precious
And life too short a gift
To let time go by so
Swiftly
Without seeing your face
My child
Jumping into the
River.
My heart is filled with excitement.
My stomach fluttering
As I fill my lungs;
I always scream with delight on the way down.
Cool water
And laughter as we relish
All these times together.
In this life;
The low times;
I Let the river wash
Them all away.
And I fly.
We are neither one
Nor the other
Which we try to
Call each other.
Identities created leave us encased in circles.
Either looking up or down,
Not around.
Forgetting there is more.
Thinking we are bound by others thoughts on life
And love.
We are too much to be reduced
To mere words created
In an effort to make sense.
All is silent in the aftermath.
All that is given can readily be taken away
Just as in life and death
To those that hold no honor
In their heart
For the soul of another.
With
Oxygen
I am movement.
With
Love
I am life.
Chole Into Diamonds 