My home stars keep calling my name.
Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms
I visit them in my dreams.
I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.
My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.
Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.
So much gets lost between soul and mind
As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.
My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.
I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this
Is infinite and continuous.
Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.
For it truly is more than love and that is why so many continue to try and define it.
It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.
There is no human word to encompass love.
And so the writers write and the singers sing.
The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.
Every one of us ponder
On and on and on
The bravest thing i ever did
Return home and
My fear and pain.
Oh the nightmares. The anxiety and dizziness
From holding my breath all this time.
I believed I had left it there in darkened places
I had been carrying it;
I placed forgiveness
And in return
Was immersed in love.
And I felt lighter and I flew higher than ever before.
On to living a fuller life.
On to letting go of more of this and that I have picked up along the way.
The power was mine all along.
The power is mine.
We are not just tourists here
She is our home.
Never give up on humans.
We are all doing the best we can
Wherever we may be on the
All from different backgrounds,
Some come from steadfast foundations,
Some grew up in battlefields.
Some feel stuck in places they don’t belong
But we get frustrated with them.
We see things differently.
Believe in one another.
There is more good,
There is more beauty than
Some choose to see everyday.
Stop listening to the noise
(If you are ready)
Stop giving up
And sit in stillness.
Go back to the beginning.
Hold your gaze in one place
(we all get lost)
Sing softly to those who are lost
And help them return
(When you are ready)
Do not be discouraged.
There is a big
Beautiful world out there.
Go see it.
See it all
You might wish to return home after all.
You might not,
You just might.
I sleep under the open sky.
The night mountain air come take
I wish to drift through the trees
The pines and the rocks;
Dance over cliffs and through valleys
By the light of the moon.
Invisible and silent.
I will caress the wings of the owl as she hunts;
I am the cool air the wolf inhales deep,
That which brings the longing and power
To her howl.
I beg the wind
Come drench my soul
And take me home.
I leave the house in a hurry
And forget to glance in the mirror.
I return home late afternoon.
When I finally set eyes upon my own reflection,
I smile as
I see not much has changed since yesterday.