December 2015 – Reaching Joy

in the stars

is our time hidden in a far off galaxy? did we happen yet? or will we forever wait for our time to come? December 22, 2015 happy end-of-2015 slash almost-New Year! ❤

One must read the signs carefully, my child– it is not every day the sun and moon touch lips and then part ways. Do no let one chase the other in vain– follow their footsteps into the sky and realize your own emptiness, your own infinity, your own basic goodness stretching out like aContinue reading “Eclipse”

While Walking

A division in the concrete warrants a bruised knee, some pep in the step, perhaps a quick jump-and-skip; you never want to break your leg but you go on, hoping for the best… Luck was never with me. Luck was always with a friend. And I was neither friend nor foe– what does thatContinue reading “While Walking”

Anxiety

When you open up about it I’m not promising it will be easy. . When the air becomes thick like white cream cheese and you can’t simply scrape off the edges with a knife you wonder who else is feeling this way? . I thought my mother did; but she said, “What I’m feeling isContinue reading “Anxiety”

grounded

these days are meant for grounding . let me open up my willow arms and sink my roots deep into the earth; at a time when the world can’t stop moving, the ground is still and I think of you . pairing off into two colored lines, one yellow, one red, from the blood we’veContinue reading “grounded”

The First Day

The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”

You

So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”

The Return

The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”

Forever Love

The final drop in the bucket, knowing it does not exist that all expands and contracts and realizes its impermanence simply by being free. … A free love– it is all I could ever wish for. .. My hands on your cheeks, tracing your smile and the etches of your mind that I once thoughtContinue reading “Forever Love”