Be with the wind, dear child, be with the wind because the wind will never fail you. It tells it like it is: present yet invisible until it pounds its mighty fist, roof tiles falling, refugees sprawling; the next day gentle, subtle whispers on the cheek, nature calling, mother asking for a forgiveness she does notContinue reading “The Wind”
Category Archives: wind
Intention
The simplest intention each lesson of life gifts you should not build you up but build you down, break off the complicated factions the world threw at you and release them into the wind. September 10, 2016
Time
We say it is not real. I have fought against it tooth and nail. I forgot it is the world’s greatest healer. The wind washes over our souls every day. You are clean. You are free. There is no question. May 20, 2016
Riverside Park
Some days, my eyes drift down like leaves falling to the ground they do not fight the wind they say, “Thank you,” and move on. Others, they cry– and don’t even know why– it doesn’t feel like rain it just feels like a mess I have made. Listen as I run. Footsteps left behindContinue reading “Riverside Park”
Sitting at LACMA
We are never stuck in ourselves my feet planted on concrete connected to ambivalent sky as the trees sway to the rhythm of wind that played on my ancestors’ cheeks. June 13, 2015
Grief
I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016
One for Love
A gentle tap. A slight placement of a hand, carefully, on my back. Eyelids perched on radiant, story-layered skin. The sound of your kiss like the rain; the taste of your breath, a summer wind. Your gaze tells me you have everything, right here. I trace your lips to remind you I am only extra.Continue reading “One for Love”
Teacher
In times of good and bad I let nature be my teacher. One leaf sways as gently as a summer song, not so I can sing along– but to remind me that I belong in these last pieces of greenery, they are not simple scenery they are our home a good climb upon a hill doesContinue reading “Teacher”
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
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”
Reaching Joy 