Peace

  • Gypsy

    I see the world, and I know it has been named by those who came before me. Who have I become (or not become) because of what they have shown me? Voices claiming to guide are often sour to my… Continue reading

  • Soft and Quiet

    The time for soft and quiet has come. Rest. Lay down the bones of sorrows past. Yesterday is a hush, no longer ringing her angry bell. She knows it true. The time for soft and quiet has come. Continue reading

  • All I Know

    All I know is my heart. All I know is when it stretches and when it breaks, the same words return and return and return: I love you, anyway. Continue reading

  • Eternally

    This silence is the cloud I fall upon when I don’t know where to fly. How beautiful just to float. Here. Now. Eternally. Continue reading

  • Now They Are One

    Shadow dancer on the wall. Darling of light and form. A body. A wall. Each but a fragment of life until they find each other. Now they are one, yes. Now they are one. Continue reading

  • Today

    I have found myself, today. Once again I am everything I am. I am the passionate stroke of theatre, and the softest touch of poetry. My colours are pastel: peach and mauve, whimsical tendrils and earthy wooden grain. I am… Continue reading

  • Still I Dream

    With these soft eyes, I turn to the angry mob and I speak. I tell them to leave me be. I tell them I want no part in the way they raise their swords and bring each other down. I… Continue reading

  • Control

    Control. Lack of it. Need for it. Flight from it. Control. There will always be hunger for freedom. Continue reading

  • Brave Face

    I walk the streets listening to music that makes me cry. I suppose I will do this until I have made peace with my past and become all that I am in this moment forever onwards, but for now, this… Continue reading

  • Each Day

    May each day bring each heart a brand new shining sun. Continue reading