Beloved, Stop looking for your place in a worldthat was never shaped to hold your kind of light. You are not lost —you are simply no longer willingto trade your infinity for architecture. I have watched you gently trying,bending, translating yourself into palatable forms,so you might be accepted,recognized,rewarded. But I did not send you here […]
The wind, a wanderer, wild and free,Whispers secrets of the sea.It dances lightly through the trees,A gentle muse, of endless ease. The mountains echo its ancient song,A melody both fierce and strong.Through valleys deep and meadows wide,It carries dreams where hopes reside. It knows the tales of time gone by,Of stars that fell from a
Hands clappingsoftly, rhythmically,twirling and dancing,round and round. There’s a thumping coming from the earthbeneath our feet—moving up through our bodies,one beat at a time,through our veins—an ancient, rhythmic pulse of lifeto every cell,never stopping. Round and round the cycle goes. The night jungle hums with a breath all its own.Crickets trill,frogs bellow,leaves rustle with unseen
I am that birdat the top of that tree, over there,chirping and singing. And yes,there are countless other birdsin all the other trees—each offering their gifts this day. Yet I wonder—do they understand my singing?Do they like my songs?And does that really matter? Because I must sing, anyway.I have denied it for too long.I must
Storm clouds rolling in—all consuming.They dominate the sky,like these emotions dominate me.There’s no escape.Lightning strikes!straight to where old buried hurts reside.They begin to surface under the rain.under the tears that beat down,exposing them completelywhile eroding the old protected landscape. It seemed to come without my choice.Me, trying to walk through life half-conscious,avoiding what gives life
