the unknown
March 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
it never reveals its face
yet it wraps its fingers
around your mind
pleading for you to think
only of its grip
it prods at your heart
making it flutter at its touch
of uncertainty
it never lets go
as your legs walk
in its darkened direction
and it knows
it’s own poetic structure
as it whispers
words of doubt to the confident
and the cautious
latches onto the hands of the sure
and the hurried,
the harried, the calm
and pulls them all into its arms
and when they arrive they never know,
because the air breathes the same
and the sky looks just as clear
to rise
December 9, 2014 § 5 Comments
those rows of roses
all sowed just so, sewed
with thread, they were tread
in a path just so
and we ambled through as anglers
searching madly, blindly
through the murk, the dark
in a sea, we couldn’t see
we sang songs in our blindness
forcing fallacy filled fantasies
and what we read in the dark turned red
like those roses
but thankfully with care
we came up for air
above it all,
we rose
mantra
December 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
“you are powerful beyond measure”
my yoga teacher whispered into our expanse of sweaty bodies, all twisted and teetering and balancing on a single leg that had gone numb minutes ago
“you have a special light that shines”
she proclaimed as we bent and twisted and tried to breathe like darth vader while emptying our minds and simultaneously channeling inner peace and oneness with the earth
“you are enough”
we inhaled, we exhaled
and somehow, we believed her
journey
November 17, 2014 § 1 Comment
I have so many
beginnings, too many to
count, but not an end
in sight
Reminder
November 13, 2014 § Leave a comment
Sometimes I feel the weight of everything directly upon me,
but I mean, in a good way.
Not in a way that suppresses or brings anxiety aloft.
In a way that frees.
When I’m driving at night and the streets are full of cars
but everyone is reduced to two lights
and I ask myself where I’m truly going
and the stars form a welcome blanket overhead
guiding me and everyone, all of our lights,
along our individual journeys, I feel it.
And it suddenly becomes so apparent
that our individual journeys
are so far from that.
The depth of this huge, gigantic world rests
upon all of us, peacefully and meaningfully.
It grasps onto our shoulders,
and urges us not to forget that it’s there.
enough
November 11, 2014 § 2 Comments
there are so many
wishes I need to realize
is there enough time
spoken word at the uptown arts bar
October 24, 2014 § 2 Comments
they stood beneath the spotlight
underneath the dancing dust
that drifted and fell in lazy patterns
and clung to their lashes like snow, yet they stared ahead
they stood beneath that heavy light
and took hazy swirls of smoke
upon their shoulders, they stood
so serenely
beneath the light that blinded
them from the crowd
they stood and spoke
in an effortless tongue that felt
and fell upon surrounding ears
and I could never see
myself in them. They were another species,
I, just a detached observer
taking in a spectacle,
like animals at the zoo.
they stood beneath the spotlight
that cast so much blinding light
onto every inch of who they were
and they couldn’t hide
behind the rusted microphone stand
and when they spoke
they were anything but caged
they were so
very, very free
