To age he finally cries
Cruelly, he limps atop time, crippled only in the throes of its touch
Fighting and fleeing the throngs that have descended into its cold and callused crypt
Truth, honesty, and transparency are the forgotten words of an ancient language in a culture hidden by obscurity. Today we say things like 'Truth is relative', 'We received misinformation', and 'We couldn’t reveal the truth for your protection' to utter falseties and avoid responsibility.
Love, you have shattered my dreams a thousand times. I have drawn our story in my mind, painted our life on the walls. But every time, you have been the undoing of it all. But still I’m asking for more. Why? Because I do know that you are there to teach.
The sun was setting, salmon clouds under a sky of Dodger blue, flocks of geese on a sprawling lawn.
A waxing gibbous moon beckoned like she needed a guide, a divine light.
Hello, Mother Earth, your bounty blessings blessed me with the capacity to know/hear/see/speak/sing/dance upon your glorious body. I hold your ancient wisdom inside me, and every day I pray in gratitude for your willingness to keep me safe, always adventurous and forever wandering.
Home… breaks our hearts into small pieces, so they can reassemble every night
And break again and again every morning, while our bodies, astonished, just watch in peace.
Let me die of heartache and be reborn by the magic of the sea
washed to shore in pieces but stronger than ever before
I’d rather be broken and bloody because the marks left behind will sing of my rebellion
If your own heart is broken beyond belief, if you have lost someone dear to you
to a heart attack, accident, stillbirth, or cancer, and it has thrown your life into the hamper,
allow those who love to come and care for you. Do not look away.