Poetry

  • Unlimited

    I feel the way I feel because I feel the way I feel. Because I am soft and gentle, because I am wild as the rain and free as the sky. But I am not free, not really, not in… Continue reading

  • If I Must

    This train. It is a train that fights abuse by abusing abusers, and I do not understand it, my heart. It does not understand. They tell me I must fight, I must fight, I must fight. But I will not… Continue reading

  • How Very Lovely

    Oh, but those who feel like the wind! How lovely they are. How very lovely. Continue reading

  • To Rest

    What is this life that drags me all the ways through every shard of splintered glass? I want to scream at the sun to stop! Just for a moment, stop. Stop shining there. I want only to wish on the… Continue reading

  • The Lonely Soul

    The lonely soul is a beauty. She is quiet, so quiet as she whispers her way through the noise, through the dark, through the rain. Sing a sweet song to her. Call to her and she shall hand you a… Continue reading

  • Until The Garden Grows

    Your truth is true because you believe it. And you must believe it until you no longer do. There is no quick way to birth a rose. A rose must slowly awaken to beautiful wide-open life. Wide-open-life. It is a… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading

  • As She Will

    The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading

  • Only Quiet

    There is no sound. There is only the air. There is only the peace that was stolen from the garden of every man. There is no sound. There is only quiet, now. Continue reading

  • Every Drop

    You think you are one thing. You are not one thing. You are the entire ocean. Take your time, be every drop. Continue reading