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  • When I Sleep

    When I sleep, am I asleep? Or am I sleep itself? Or both? Or none? Continue reading

  • Try A Little

    The quiet moments when we see we’ve been wrong. They melt the ice of life into sweet drifts of frost on wind. I have been wrong to my own heart, often without knowing. I have been wrong, some days, some… Continue reading

  • Take This Life

    You are the beautiful breeze that knows you. Take this life. Make it your own. Continue reading

  • Dear Sweet Music

    The heavens sing like golden strings around my soul. Here I am, sweet song. Take this heart with your melody, dear. It is yours to open, it is yours to sing to life beyond the ordinary day. Take it. Take… Continue reading

  • Found

    There is no feeling quite like the delicious wholeness of a lost girl found once more. There is no feeling quite like this. Continue reading

  • Possibilities

    The possibilities are endless. The possibilities are endless. Dare to look. Dare to see. Continue reading

  • Reality

    Reality strikes hard, sometimes. The pain. The pain of others: it tears me to the bone. The delicacy of life, its precious petals. It all aches within this lithe human frame of mine. Cold impermanence. Startling truth. Fragile life. Sometimes… Continue reading

  • Will You Love Me?

    If I hold your hand still, if I paint your world bright, if I sing you my songs will you love, will you love me? If I answer your needs with a need of my own, If I paint your… Continue reading

  • Some Days I Fall

    Some days I fall. I’m not a good mum. I’m not a good human. I’m not a good me, on those days I fall. It’s not a consolation to know that I do not fall alone. That humanity itself is… Continue reading

  • We Are The Poets

    We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading