I sit mid bubbles and starlight,
Float on a wave of lavender
And wear wings of rainbows.
I don’t know where I am going.
The moon rises at my dawn
And the sun sets on my dreams.
I know where I have been.
A path of baby toads and butterflies
Guides my steps as I shed my knowing
To explore what I don’t know
And embrace what I can let go:
Breath steadies my heart.
Hope braids energy up my spine.
I believe what I believe.
I know what I know.
Mushrooms can be magic or deathly.
Tragedy can make us break us.
Death is not always easy, nor hard.
Time tests all of us, if not young, then old.
I take the only seed I trust, love,
And let it grow beyond what I can hold.
Only then can I truly let go.
where does our transference of feeling and illusion find us in the bright fullness of our lives? do we have to know our fears to rid ourselves of them? where does faith really come from? how do we know our lives are moving? what does it mean to follow our hearts?
We cannot force life.
We cannot slow it down and we cannot place it on speed-dial. Life just is. It has its own rhythm and its own pace. As much as we want everything to happen now, it does not. Thankfully, or we would be doomed.
There is a time for everything and everything has its time.
How about you? Feeling restless? Unsettled? Ungrounded? Does the future seems unclear and cloudy?
Settle in. Get comfortable. You may be here awhile. Be patient. Even though things do not seem to be working or moving forward, on a miniscule level they are. There is a brilliance going on both inside and outside of you.
Things are happening. Life is happening. You have millions of atoms in your favor, all creating a weapon of mass destruction inside just for you. You are built of cast iron. Unbreakable. Wear your armor proudly. You are being silently and secretly filled up.
You just need to believe. You need to want it. You need to welcome and embrace it. You need settle into your unsettled-ness. These mini invisible light beams help you see glimmer even when the sun does not shine. They are the warmth you feel on a damp day.
Settle in, for it may be awhile. And in this while, there may be the very miracle you are looking for.
After three days of sitting
hard by the window
following grief through
like a hunter
who has tracked for days
the blood spots
of his injured prey,
I came to the lake
where the deer had run
refusing to save
its life in the
and there it fell
in our mutual
and respectful quiet
the pale diamond
edge of the breath’s