Archives for the month of: April, 2008

after the thaw

These bones did not break
nor did my spirit
when I fell from grace into the trusting net
you have pieced together for me out of string
and white mulberry leaves
and honeycomb all these years

How would I have known
the tears of yesterday watered the flowerbed
I thought had blown away
and instead of dust and tumbleweeds
the zephyr inspired this body of clouds


Housed within my ribs
is a box of love letters I meant to write
You said you would like that
–a billet doux–

I doubt everything today
swallowed up by the screaming silence
since you’ve gone
and left me with this love that feels like hate

see right through me

sinking beneath the weight
this grief of boulders and thorns
i look up to a sky

only clouds and their crisp azure outlines
once kept me afloat

i remember the wonderment
of helium joy
as I long to find anything
lighter than this heart in your absence

Dear You,

I know you have been hurting over the past day and no doubt. You gave a pure love and without want, trusted it to be there for you. Know that it is there for you, it just looks differently than you expected it to. It is there. Close your eyes and feel the love that swirls about you. Grab it. Taste it. It is yours. Let go of what you thought was the answer, where you thought you needed to be and trust only that you are always in the right place and the right timing is blessing you always. Know this above all else. This is not a problem to be fixed, it is an experience. It is not a punishment or a hurt you have deserved. Be still. I promise you will find the peace, love, and understanding in it. Trust life. You already know this. Know this again and again and again until it becomes something of a mantra, a piece of who you are.

I love you.

You are loved beyond your wildest dreams. You are supported by angels and gods. You are here, now, and this is exactly where you need to be. Trust life.

We will take care of it all for you.

everyone else in the universe and beyond

sun sisters

dancing in your scarlet shoes
i salute your wild spirit determined to embrace all the love there is to give
and give it
without any reproach

and though when it is what it is
just a slender strand
remains and clenching
it disappears beneath the randomness

yours is enough, more than
this totality of beauty encompasses the day
sandalwood and patchouli stained
and this heart is vast and finally honest with me