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


flow out our mouths
fill up our memories
fill ourselves

And yet our
are not what stories
should inhabit.

Our identity
is not what has happened to us,
what is happening,
what will happen–

it is,
what is.

Your identity
is not your life story;
it is your life.

The fact
that you are alive
in this simple world
of overindulged stories
deluding our minds
with fictional realities

when the treasure,
all along,
has been sunken
in your own


August 1, 2015



have been

without myself

for so long, now.


a second

coming of the impossible

I run my eyes

away from my heart

enough to see

the mean girls

coming from across

the dorm-room hall

I locked myself in–

or rather out–

of the very place

my peace was founded:

inside of me


a heart of principle,

a simple love

past down by indefinite


Find yours,

remember them

if you are so lucky

to have one

whether it is in a person,

an ocean,

a tear drop,

a lost earring back now found

my body is my temple,

my heart God’s offering

towards a simple life

of “now.”

March 6, 2015