Soul

  • How Lovely

    How lovely. The wind of peace. Here. Now. My how lovely. Continue reading

  • Sweet Eternity

    Oh, the heat that I see that I feel that I know. I will be the flame to my own fire. I will light the path of burning sweet eternity. Continue reading

  • Curious

    The concept of listening to music. Curious. Close your eyes. Where is the music? Are you listening? Or is the music in you? Continue reading

  • Fly Away

    Here I am, now. Me. And I fly and I fly and I fly away, now. Still me. Flying, flying away. They tell me not to fly away. They tell me not to fly away. Continue reading

  • The Deep Of Me

    You may name it what you will. But the ocean will always smell like what is beneath the name. It will always look like what is beneath the name. And it will always feel like my very own soul, (the… Continue reading

  • Home

    Living carefully and beautifully, I know I am home. 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

  • Burn

    You will not singe me, more. You will not burn me, never another day. And I know this is me: a child who clings to life within the depths of an ancient fire. And I know this is me: still… Continue reading

  • How Very Lovely

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