Magical Questions

Where do thoughts go

once we have thought them?

Where does the wind go

once the storm has passed?

And why do so few wonder about life,

why do they not ask more

magical questions?

Like where do thoughts go?

(And the wind: are they together, somewhere?)

And how is it that these words

came to be called


when there is surely

a deeper dimension to language

and life

that will never be captured

by labels

and concepts.


The Web

It is beautiful,

I think,

to be a very small thread

on the web of it all.

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Meant To Be

The great news is this.

If I am here,

there is nowhere else

I’m meant to be.

The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 22. Eternity

Darling is how I feel eternity, soft in its gentle, drifting wind.

Their unspoken words ask me how I know them so well— how I can feel the softness of them— and I don’t know what to tell them, but to say that I just know the softness in their eye…is my own.

There is nothing between us, but the way we run, the way our bodies are fueled by different people and places and days.

Different moments, different hours of truth;

of lies;

of broken glass;

of peaceful moon.

I know that we are the same, because I feel them in eternity. All of them, dwelling in the place music swells and overflows, whispering to the world of tender days gone by.

Fear flashes in their eyes when I reach their walls and search for a ladder to climb. But what is to fear of a small human puff of sun? It is only a glimpse of the beautiful garden of us I am seeking.

How I long for their walls to tumble—for my own walls to crumble. To shriek and groan and crash to the ground, in a celebratory burst of:

I remember you.

Darling flower, wonderful and strange.

I remember you.


Something’s Coming

Something is coming

that will make us smile.

It’s easy to forget, isn’t it—

that smiles always come back around again,

even when we think they’re gone for good.

It’s okay to forget.

The universe will always remind us, someway, somehow.

Like now, for instance.

Here we are, remembering together:

Something’s coming.

Something has always been coming.

Hasn’t it?

backlit blur close up dawn
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Life Nature

The Sky

I look up and there it is. The sky.

Just like before.

Just like all my other days.

And though it seems like nothing much has changed…

Everything is different.

Because now… I can finally see the sky.

seaport during daytime
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Oh, heavens, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? The sky.

And now that I’ve finally seen it, I know.

It’s never been just the sky, has it?

It’s always been a feeling.

It’s always been a home.

A rolling, tumbling, shining one.

Thank goodness I can finally see the sky.

silhouette of bird above clouds
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I don’t know if I’ll always see the sky like this.

With eyes that connect me to it and it to me.

And, actually, I don’t know if that really matters.

Because, right now, at this moment…

I see it, I feel it, I know it.

The sky.

Finally, I can see the sky.

And finally, I can see my place beneath it.

woman stands on mountain over field under cloudy sky at sunrise
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