at a time, never
truth too soon,
like the rose
which does not
Is a friendship still a friendship
if it lays fallow for an eternity?
Is the land still considered land
if flowers fail to grow in a century?
Can flowers grow again after years
of being nurtured by bitter envy?
“But you’re my family,” said the Sun.
and when I woke, I could not discern
whether those were your words or mine…
But the coolness of your hand
still tingled on my palm…
Try and turn the tide,
and wash the murky
from your waters, but
the Ocean is what it wills,
a natural ebb and flow
of color. White only appears
as the wave kisses the shore,
a lovely glitter in a lovelier
canvas that cannot be undone.
Nature cannot be fought.
Is there such a thing?
you are where you were
get to where ends meet.
Feeling a desperate
need to play the savior,
as if to help a lost
soul find the light or
at least a stable place
to perch, one might put
to rest the lostness
found inside, or save
someone buried in the
deep recesses of the past
who was unsavable…
Do I dare close my lids to sleep?
What horrors through yonder window break-
to arouse me from my peaceful slumber?
The hues of fire in a far off place.
Relinquish past and future,
give into the spirit of timeless-
ness and in so doing, revel in
the presence of God
Demand not that a place or
a person should bring happiness
upon you and then destruct
upon the disappointment
Need not the past to formulate
your identity, your worth, your
reality. The past is gone, and to
dwell on it is to lose the present.
Need not the future to fulfill you.
Future will, inevitably, come to
pass and to dwell on what comes
tomorrow is to lose the present.
Align not with your pain, it is
neither you nor who you want
to be. Let it not consume you,
let it not become you. Release.