Intention

The simplest intention

each lesson of life

gifts you

should not build you up

but build you down,

break off the complicated factions

the world threw at you

and release them

into the wind.

 

September 10, 2016

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Be Still

It’s been a while

since the clock struck twelve

and all the world

was quiet–

all the past forgiven,

no sirens a-screamin,

just belief

in the silence,

in the tears.

 

The sky has cried

and so have I

to release

all this strange human guilt,

for puddles aside,

we can read all the lies:

the treasure is at the end

of the death row:

 

Death of The Other,

Death of The End,

Death of It’ll Never Happen Again,

a feeling of peace,

a meaning in light,

where all can let go

and be still.

 

October 19, 2015

Surrender

When I was younger
my doubt came in the form of a size 4
black and white
soccer ball
“Can I win,
can I beat the player
these coaches have formed inside of my head?”
I wrote
and I wrote
and finally I forgave

I created a new reality of real-life-results
and they stuck.

Today I read words that reminded me of that time
“Everything is to be nurtured,”
and I cannot think literally about this.

We must think clearly,
sharply,
simply
about what the nurtured soul is to begin with.

Asking myself,
“How do I feel?”
Without judgement,
without delay
is most likely the most important question
I will have asked myself in four years
the last time I stepped on the field
that I believed scarred me

It had given me strength.

Beauty is to be nurtured
Simplicity is to be nurtured
Love is to be nurtured.

For buried under all that nasty doubt,
my final enemy,
is a white flag
I know as freedom.

Picture

But I cannot hold 

a memory in two hands,

like your face

against my white palms–

how am I expected 

to keep what I cannot hold true?

 

A task once termed remarkable

for a storyteller,

for a young mother documenting

their baby’s first crawl,

their first step, their first fall

 

I cannot fall in love

with but a picture of your face–

even when you are my cousin,

part of the family I fell for

when still in the womb

 

I can only whisper your name

to the wind, hoping

that some spirit captures you

and

releases. 

 

April 16, 2014