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”
Tag 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
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
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”
Winter
A strong voice; A tight tongue; A golden light; A subtle hum; A white streak; A black vase; A warm hand; A big mistake; A brisk wind; A right wronged; A lonely night; A sad song. January 17, 2016
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”
on the beach
need not tremble, for there is no place to hide from troubles that never existed– will never exist let the wind be your thoughts, the waves your heartbeat, whispering Love, eternal August 2, 2015
Flow
A simple life a solo life is not a life off-course, . We must teach our sails to turn to a new wind . I want to learn what it is like to be accepted by my own skin, . I want to feel what it is like to pull the oars and steer .Continue reading “Flow”
my green brother
falling asleep amongst the trees is easy at twilight with twinkle toes and green ribbon hair. All I do is sit back with his brown belly, whisper sad notes up to his branches, and let the wind sing me home. June 18, 2014
Control
Pull back the ignition to light the flame some things you cannot control others you not only can, you must be conscience of your thoughts for a wise man once told me “Stay clear of the deer and hunt the tree instead, not with an ax but with a log, sitting under its cool shade,”Continue reading “Control”
Reaching Joy 