This silence
is the cloud I fall upon
when I don’t know where to fly.
How beautiful
just to float.
Here.
Now.
Eternally.
Tag: Life Journey
Sometimes
I feel five.
Like the world is big
and I am small.
And there are kids all around
bigger than me,
louder,
scarier,
bolder than this softness
that folds me
like tissue.
(No one else folds like tissue.
Just me.)
The softness of me at five
lingers;
a scent
(like lavender)
on the breeze
of my soul.
The softness of me.
The softness of me.
It smells like a roast
but it feels like a story
of love,
of a garden,
and of home.
May each day
bring each heart
a brand new shining sun.
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Resistance
When the wind whispers
into the bones of the trees,
it is calling to say:
‘This is life as it is.
And my breath will bend you
the way that it does.’
Resistance is futile
when you’re a tree.
I see the chains of humanity,
do you?
It is okay to see the chains.
They are there.
We have built them.
We can pull them apart, too,
link by link
until there is only
one sweet day
and a strawberry pie
to share.
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Permission
The song of this heart
sings
without
permission.
I will simply
begin.
And flow
until the river ends.
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And They Wait
And they wait for something more.
And they sip cold tea.
And they laugh with sad eyes.
And they speak with serious voices.
And they hide the soft pieces of their hearts.
And they wait.
And they wait.
And they wait for something more.
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Rainy Days
Rainy days,
come find me sweet.
Spill your goodness
into the arms of the day,
until the sun shines on the fields
once more.
