Solid

No need to witness meI know I am hereSolid,Standing against oddsAnd bad luck,Falls, and scars, and wounds:Certain of my imperfection. Defiant as a means of survivalBecause there wasn’t anything leftTo do.What do trees think when they fall?What does the forest think? My stance is speckless,Tiny speck of a much biggerSpectacle.Sometimes all earth and sky,With littleContinue reading “Solid”

Trying to find the right wayWhen there is no trail to follow,It’s best to still yourself.Talk to your gut.Look for distant landmarks.Make one if there are none. A waypoint can be a prayerAs well as a direction.It can also be pointless,Or an obstacle, if you let it. When marking your trail,Be sure you knowIf you’reContinue reading

A Blessing

Bless the sower of seedsOf mindful and good intentions Bless the mystery thatAwakens the seed,To root and sprout. Bless the urge to stretchAnd struggle, searchingLight and depth. Bless the strength inGrowing and thriving,Drinking rain deep in stormsAnd flexing with the wind. Bless the flow of seasonsAnd weather, theHardening off,The memory of rootsAnd returning,Of colors andContinue reading “A Blessing”

If things will be different

Imagine if you had every opportunity,Every support for whatever you everwanted to Become.Or to know, learn, or do.Let yourself dream of it.Close your eyes, relax into it and feelhow that would feel.How healing. Imagine if we allhad a chanceto be our best,Not our most, butwhat if it were all about qualityand not quantity,About connectionrather thanContinue reading “If things will be different”

I can’t make somebody have the wordsFor what they can’t even see. I can’t make somebody hearWhat they’re working hard to ignore. I cannot long for the same feelingthat they fear. I’ve never been one to chase someone running away. I will run to someone,Or meet halfway. So if you want to run,Just know, thatContinue reading

history dies in numbers

History dies in numbers every day.People leave with a thousand storiesThat no one else knows.Great loves, adventures, tearful moments,Hearty laughs,Things whispered to oneself,And things announced from rooftops,Promises and mistakes,Memories of peopleThat no one carries any longer.All that fascination, curiosity, andThriving, passing out of reach. When trees lose their leaves,They get brightly colored before they fall.TheyContinue reading “history dies in numbers”

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