you are a ship

these feelings

of being stuck

seem to be unbearable–

it’s all connected

cyclical

dense

not me

what is me?

well,

it’s sitting under a tree,

maybe sipping some tea,

not minding the clouds

just letting all flow naturally–

see!

that’s me.

sitting in the shade,

not letting the day fade

you are here for one hour,

one year, one day at a time

in your mind

now you, my dear,

are a ship

and this house, my dear,

is your anchor.

you can sail freely,

without ever loosing your capacity

to come home.

 

October 23, 2016

Home

Let them

fall out of me,

like rain,

these words on a page,

they are my blood

four drops in a row

you know

they’ll have me running,

forgetting,

wondering,

“What was,”

and, “What is…”

 

Let the open door

remind me,

remind you

that our hearts

are not just our house;

they are our home

and the rooms they have to fill,

honey–

they’re already filled with Love.

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mothers out there! 

May 5, 2016

The Return

The

extraordinary

powers

of letting go,

magic

of feeling pen

on paper skin–

we are all

cut out dolls

made with razor sharp scissors

let me

let go

and make my art the way I want to.

 

I will whisper away

those sad navy blues

and caress them with specks of gold

found only at the bottom of the ocean–

a place

where all artists can drop their ink

and return

home.

 

December 4, 2015

Truth, Wisdom, Love

The weight

of the Truth

is the weight

of a mountain–

a single Earth.

The weight

of Wisdom

is the weight

of a feather–

a single tear.

It is

bright tonight

as I huddle tight

next to a soft pillow

and a softer light,

shining

the way Love

greets lovers

in the doorway…

November 5, 2015

Home

Home is so much bigger than it used to be,

now.

 

The plane touches down and part of my soul

is granted the peace of knowing that it is back

to where it started.

 

But what about yesterday?

What happens to the people I met

in an across-the-country-state

where the sun blooms in hills I never knew

until the wind blew my body in their direction?

 

My mind followed.

 

Memories will remain stuck to me like paint to a wall

I never wish to scrub off, that I never want to fade

the students’ faces, teammates’ voices,

my roommate’s laugh.

 

They were, are, my best friends,

just as sun and moon follow the lake

their reflections will change, but not disappear.

 

I close my eyes, open them with what seems like an answer

to the age old question, “Why are we here?”

 

We are here to expand our love in all directions,

wherever the wind takes us, wherever our soul lead us

we are one soul, after all.

 

I can sing of home, we can howl to the moon

praying to see the sun another day–

when light, all along, was right in front of us,

forever homebound.

 

June 28, 2015