mama
Dear spirit, dear life, dear light, dear magic, dear friend, dear teacher, dear possibility, dear almost…. When I first heard your voice in my imagination, I saw the possibility of your many outcomes. I saw your many little faces, and your many little fists. I felt a longing for your creation stronger than any tide I have felt before.
forever deep
listen to me
I can see the future is shifting
the horizon is calling me closer
take this moment like it is all you have
for tomorrow is promised to no one
on the Ebb and Flow of Relationships
While I have been meditating on the rhyme and reason behind relationships some good advice petered down to me: “Try looking at relationships as entities within themselves.” For me, this idea that relationships are not just a combination of two people but actually beings with their own purpose helped me to take my ego out … Read more
we are muses
we are muses
wrapped around each other
like two dogs sleeping in the cold
with our heads between each other’s legs
not out of lust
but because
it was the warmest place
our noses led us
someone wrote a poem for me
You Carve Your Way Through This City…
where it can be like talking to yourself
where sometimes, you don’t hear a thing
just distant voices like old lovers you can no longer stand
or ones for whom you pined, one fleeting moment
that rainy night at 3 am
waiting for the mountains to catch fire
I sit alone in my sacred way
dreaming of the many different roads
i could have taken
i see only the few gifts i have
and the need to share them
and the world opens up
I have been in a deep and stormy sea. Where for so long I was fighting for breaths between waves. fighting for survival. I exhausted myself. kicking my legs, flailing my arms, desperately looking for anything to keep me afloat just a little… bit… longer.
everyday there is a new dawn
Every day I walked to the river’s eddies and fell in prayer
and everyday I cried into the pools at my feet
and everyday instead of letting my sorrows float down with it
everyday I carried home a huge stone
one by one, I crushed my drenched body
with smooth, round grandmas and grandpas
until I was in the belly of a mountain
cushioned from the world
