The Wind

Be with the wind,

dear child,

be with the wind

because the wind will never fail you.

It tells it like it is:

present yet invisible

until it pounds its mighty fist,

roof tiles falling,

refugees sprawling;

the next day gentle,

subtle whispers on the cheek,

nature calling,

mother asking

for a forgiveness she does not owe.

 

Be with the wind

because “wind” is just a word,

because “truth” is not a story

or a prayer or a hymn.

 

The only truth is beneath our feet,

in the air that speaks

with an ask that is beyond forgiveness,

a force reminding us

that change is imminent.

 

November 23, 2019

Turning Tides

Submit

to the feeling

of starting over;

you are the earth

and the sky,

the ocean

and the moon,

turning,

trusting,

turning,

trusting…

May 21, 2017

congratulations to my wise, soulful little sister for graduating with 2 Bachelors degrees today ❤

watching the moon

 

you are on your own

with a life that belongs

to no one–

and that is more than okay.

 

what do I believe in?

I believe in truth,

the elements,

digging underneath the dirt

of lies we have been hiding

underneath our skin,

feeding one another

 

with or without realizing it

your soul

is the soul of the Gods,

the air you take in

as you step outside,

the sky shading you from the universe above

the earth underneath your feet

tell me that you can live without this;

tell me that this isn’t life itself.

 

you are made out of flesh and bone,

truth and more truth

layered one on top of the other

if you forget your way,

remember that it probably wasn’t your way

to begin with.

 

the way is empty;

the way is full of life.

 

and that life is surrounding you,

always.

 

April 9, 2017

Inheritance

What legacy

have I been born into,

have you been born into,

have we been born into?

 

The farmer,

the preacher,

the banker,

the slave owner,

the slave;

the pawn,

the mom,

the sister,

the son,

the game.

 

It’s all a game of competition

or at least it all seems like a game of competition…

 

The Earth is not a game.

The Earth is life;

and we are part of the Earth.

 

We have each been handed an inheritance

that we had no control over.  You’re right.

 

We’ve all been infants, breast fed, bottle fed,

learned to read if we were lucky.

 

But how much did we really learn

if I am unable to read the society around me–

if society is unable to read itself?

 

Who created this inheritance, thought it was a good idea?

 

What is an inheritance anyway?

 

If leaves learned to read, write, speak

as we have…

perhaps we would have an answer.

 

January 22, 2017