The Ocean

Last night I dreamed

of standing alone, 

at the edge of the Ocean.

The Sun had just set,

and the Sky was painted, 

deep periwinkle with a hint of lavender.

The crescent Moon shone high above

the endless horizon.

The Waters stretched into eternity.

Stars glittered above,

each one the seed of a promise.

The spray of the Ocean filled my soul,

and I lingered, as we merged.

The Beach was covered in sacred jewels,

stones, shells and grains of sand,

dimmed under the light of the Moon

but each one a color of the Rainbow.

I moved forward as the Waves touched my feet.

The blessing of Holy Waters.

I knew in that moment

that everything is possible,

I am right where I need to be.

Sitting in the ebb and flow.

Merged with eternity.

Here.

Now. 

Forever.

The Onion

Tend.
Grow.
Choose.
What else?
Peel.
Chop.
Cry.
Boil.
Simmer.

Set a timer.

Return to find a symphony of love.
The one you created.
The one you loved tenderly.
The one you dreamed of.
Season it or don't.
Maybe I will.
Maybe you won't.

Now let's sit, and feast.

You Know the Kind of Plans

You know the kind of plans.
The ones that spring forth
in the heat of an argument.
Burning desires
unleashed,
unburdened,
set forth
among the questions of
"What the fuck are we doing?"
and "Are we holding up our own end?"
What end?
We don't know.
We never know.
We just do,
and do,
and do,
and do.

You know the kind of deal.
The one we circle around.
The one unwritten,
unsigned,
unexamined,
invisible,
with no liberty or justice for all kind.
The one meant to be
unbroken,
re-written,
and written,
and written,
and written.

A guide through shaky waters,
torrents,
and currents.
The life boat
that doesn't exist
because you're always treading,
and needing,
and grasping.

Why don't you stop a while?
Float.
Breathe.
Slow down,
and look around
at the endless expanse
of what you'll never know,
and always know.

The life.

You know the kind of life.
The life that is yours.
The life that is mine.
The life that is ours.
The life
that we love.
Together.

Fracture

Each fracture of my heart
only exposes more love,
brightening the deep recesses
beyond view.

Like a leaf, fallen to the ground,
fertile compost,
absorbing the dark,
only to spring forth a flower in Spring.

Letting my light shine outward,
a beacon,
attracting love,
softening anger.

It never dims,
only brightens.

Even when it appears to be dying,
it is reborn anew.

Energy springing forth more energy,
like curing like,
love curing love.

My heart,
always broken,
always open.

Fall

Let the leaves fall down

Surrender to the journey

The wind is blowing

Harvest Moon

Glowing harvest moon
Insects, cars, cats and our breath
A train thunders by