And here it is
Right before you,
This greatness everyone speaks of
And searches for.
This joy and fulfillment.
Search no more.
Here it is.
It is you. All that you are.
All that you see and feel.
Every movement, thought and breath.
Before and Always.
A red cardinal over there,
A mesquite tree over here.
Mother Nature shows me many creations.
The smell of wet saltgrass and dirt
Fill my senses.
This oak tree I am under,
Her leaves shine as if coated in silver
As raindrops sparkle setting delight afire
Within my heart.
Nature presents herself
The individual decides whether she is beautiful or not.
You will continue to misunderstand
If you spend your
In your backyard
What is this?
Am i walking in dreams?
For once i was but a young girl
Playing in the backyard,
Sitting on the picnic table my father built
Making mud pies with a sprinkle of lilac flowers from that tree over there,
In the corner
By the living room window.
The sweet lilac aroma would waft throughout our trailer when in bloom.
Oh, and how i would take flight out the door every morning
Feet ready to hit the cool grass, or ice skate
Depending the season.
Making forts with whatever debris we could collect and an old blanket mom did not mind getting messed.
Grass stains on skin
And dandelion glow under the chin.
Ice balls in hair and rosey cheeks aglow.
Yes, she is with me still,
And she stops me sometimes to wonder,
Reminding me how much I am
Everything and all.
Shine in infinite stillness.
Let your love
And strength in peace
Than anything else.
Open your heart.
Open your mind.
Open your eyes.
Drop the definitions.
Knock down the fences.
Obliterate the walls.
You are in your own way.
You have constrained your mind,
And wrapped yourself
So tight in definitions,
You cannot breathe.
This barricade you have built
Has left you with nowhere to go and
Nothing new to see.
You have limited your own vision.
*originally published November 2014 @choleintodiamonds*
You are the moon
And the the stars and
The air in between that touches me,
That fills me and empties me;
The gravity and the lack thereof,
And all the time.
Pulling me, freeing me.
My lungs, my heart, my mind and skin
Crave and weep.
I want more.