Am I the scream?
… Of the earth within, cracking open the heart.
Am I the cry?
… Of the womb that created and carried time in every cell.
Am I the rumble of rage?
… Of the bloody warrior who is standing her ground and saying: No More!
Am I the deep echoing laughter…
The beauty in the simple
The beauty in the complex
Innocent eyes, a witness
Seeing perfection in chaos
Somewhere in between
And maybe in the unseen
Sleep my child, no need to stress
You are here, you are held…
Moon, where are you?
Where is the light
In my night sky?
How many times
I looked at your face?
How many rhymes
Hummed with your grace?
You disappeared
Without leaving a trace?
When secrets were shared,
And prayers were raised.
“Remember beautiful, remember,
You are still breathing, surrender,
Feel me in you, oh so…
Walk child, walk
Play as the trees cheer you
Laugh as the bees hear you
Fall to smell the fragrance of flowers
Catch the beetles and colorful cicadas
Show the world the beauty of beings
How Long? How Far?
Earth knows; spirals and cycles,
Stories of love, greed, dominions,
Empires rising to fall, fake and rotten,
Wounds of suffering, wide and open.
I Do
Bow to the majesty of nature.
I Do
Choose to experience life to the last drop.
I Do
Choose to be in my body, accepting.
I Do
Weep to how vulnerable I feel, releasing.
I Do
Feel every motion, embracing.
I Do
Observe every thought, echoing.
I Do
Get down on my knees,…
Mother nature, you are my home, my church, my temple.
I see God in You.
I see You in Me.
Life is a caress,
For a heart that is free.
“Wind, can you tell me
Your story; Where you were?
While still, lenient, strong
A thought, a storm
In the midst, a narrative untold?