Flow of Things

Restive  lying on the lap of the Wind swirling with a rustle of paper leaves rising and dipping like a kite unstrung drifting whimsically like seeds of a dandelion, a wish upon the heart Boundless. Spin a dance!  within the current of the Wind. Step blithely!  into the flow of Things. Oh, what a beautifulContinue reading “Flow of Things”

Lets you dream.

There is something about a blank canvas, a blank paper, a lump of clay far horizons that draws you lets you dream. To focus and pour your entire being— onto a dot, a letter, a dimple on a clod of clay, a swirl of a color, a music note across the waters, or a risingContinue reading “Lets you dream.”

Dance a ring!

These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the HeartContinue reading “Dance a ring!”

the Great Wall

We say fear is pervasive like cancer slow and insidious but love says give me only an instant to burn through just the same like wildfire scorching through the shadow of Separation casted by fear lighting up brazier after brazier along the Great Wall ablaze in sun rising glory not for a warning but aContinue reading “the Great Wall”

Flesh of Nature.

How long must we stay meek under our withering gaze? How long must we grind under our iron fist? How long must we burn at the stake for the cries of our soul? How long must we bleed till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn? Why have we come to the pointContinue reading “Flesh of Nature.”

A quiver of a cell.

If my eyes no longer see ears go silent tongue roll away numb, scents frozen in its’ tracks fingers and toes lay limp caged within a body like a tomb of flesh. Only breathing Breathing My body fed on by each breath will quiver Quiver with everything I write. With every pulse and surge ofContinue reading “A quiver of a cell.”

The maiden weeps.

There’s a maiden weeping tonight alone in the dark none see the tears rolling down her cold cheeks but the Moon, pretending to hide behind the clouds shining upon her tears whispering, ‘My child dear, Why do you cry?’ She shakes a sob of fear of hurt and hate of loneliness, worthlessness of sorrow inContinue reading “The maiden weeps.”

A never-ending read.

To read everything there is to read— The swell of your cheeks in a hidden smile. Your words tumbling over my tongue tasting more than you reveal. The subtle movement of your brows. What the hem of your dress whispers in your wake. What a falling leaf spinning dizzy unto the Earth says. What theContinue reading “A never-ending read.”

Bed of thorns.

There is a bed of thorns I leave around me. With every misstep, misdeed or misword, every missed gesture or missed word, the bed of thorns like sharp talons grow ever sharper Thicker gnarled brambles knotted, twisted around me staked into my skin crucified in perpetual guilt wishing to disappear.. How the knots would fallContinue reading “Bed of thorns.”