Walking down the path
dirt crunching beneath my feet
And the melancholy mist it Creeps right in
And mixes with the thickness of this Essence
that breathes in my bones my hair my skin
The sun rays fade to purple
and the star light pierces through
like my memories and the way I just keep coming back to ponder truth
And when the final bird song joins nature’s
Blissful chord
I’m picking up my pen
my only sword
To draw forth the waters rising up in me
That long to escape
through my glistening eyes
Music drifting by
in a haunting key
The paradox thats longing
to finally fly free
Seeds are cracking open
The old shell falls away
Unraveling the tangles of my soul
Roots pressing deeper
Leaves rising toward the sun
Now life has really begun
I prayed to love myself,
And now I do.
So all that is outside of me
doesn’t have the same power
over me it used to.
I’ve returned to my spirit.
I feel whole and spacious,
and at times I even have overflow.
So I thank the spirit
of all that is good
for my connection to all that is.
There is beauty in this world
Through a stream
a tree
a flower
A bird flying by
My feet in the dirt
Or maybe the mud
A hug
Or a hand to hold
That gives me such a pure
Surge of life in its fullness.
And the songs that pour out
Are my breath prayers
The notes
the vibrations
And reflections
Of my soul
As life flows through
And I am overcome by joy!
​
I am not my story
It’s pain
tragedy
beauty
and joy
Those experiences
that have taken place
I need not believe that
it is because
I deserved them.
Their occurrence
is outside of my identity.
I do, however,
claim my story
It played every role
in getting me this far
In the journey
But it is never too late
To take up the pen
and change
Change the way it flows
In the ways
I can
I can create an existence
Where I won’t
Accept certain
Treatment from others
I can stand in the truth
That I am a worthy human
Worthy of dignity
And respect
And I can treat myself
Kindly as well
By caring for my mind,
body,
and soul
I can take walks
In nature
I can eat and drink
What is good for me
I can take time
for self introspection,
meditation,
and Prayers
I can run
and stretch
And breathe
the fresh
clean air
of the mountains
I can have
a simply
Beautiful life
​
Tapping
Slow
then speeding
then pause
Of my fingers
on the keys
To open something new
Or maybe old
that needs release
The days grow shorter
The light is fading quick
Can I salvage the remnants
of the autumn bright
With hybrid colors
Shifting by the day
The last tidbit of whimsey
Come out to play
Will I join in the sway
A dance without rules
Or fade
like the brown crunching mulch
On the ground
That melds
with the mud
Will anything remain
Of the spot
I once held
What lasts
Is it courage bold
Or faith
Or love even
Do I feel
A bright lingering
Element of any other
From long ago
Or melt
from an ancient snow
Is everything
more intertwined
Time and space
just an illusion
Am I in entanglement
with my ancestors
in Closer proximity
than I ever imagined
Can I experience things
I never thought I could
because reality
is not what it seems
Time and space
One single concept
defy imagination or reason
levels of consciousness
illusion
gateway
Or dream
