Category: Poetry

When anything leaves,
say to yourself,
I’m free.

Heart open truth
bleeding
love

Do you see
it is a gift?

Perhaps
you are gone
already.

It is a gift
whether you see
or not.

My words
my heart
my truth

A gift.

And if you
don’t see it.

I still do.
I give this gift
to myself.

To be raw
vulnerable
real.

It is my gift
of myself
to myself.

I see.
I am.

Apples that taste like flowers
Coffee that tastes like flowers

New friends show up
Old lovers don’t

It’s all brighter, deeper
more intense
more beautiful.

Or maybe I am.

Old ladies in parks
accidentally insulting.

I find out later.
It means nothing.

It’s beautiful.

It’s all richer
deeper
brighter
stronger
more vulnerable
more painful
fresher
clearer

Fresher
Clearer

This is Life.
It’s becoming
More.

Sleep beckons
I resist

This air is so soft
This moment so quiet