Musings
Anew
Begin againnothing is lostby your learningsyou call mistakes soften your touchyour wordgaze open
Loss
Loss at the endwe circle youcuddling the inevitablewith our tears your breathis loud – laboredslow spacebetween each soundthe distance of stars
Transparent
I feel like a foola simpleton – slow and smilingat the pleasure of picking up my cupsniffing the aromaputting my lips to the rimtipping, tipping carefully as the hot steam risestastingthe taste of mango strawberry stop nothing moreor lessno ideological expos é sexistentialist philosophiesnot even a whisperprayerof thanks
Seeds
seedyou are a mysterytrust yourself to the wind toss beads of sweet wisdominto the river of life repeat Your Selfover and overagain
Rose of Sharon
flow like a flowerbud … blossom … decay you are more than your thoughts emotions body flow lightlyneither grasping nor clinging float like a petalcertain of the wind
Birthing Words
words like quilt piecescome together one by onemake beautydazzle me with their reverence