What Matters To Me

It doesn’t matter to me what colour the sky is today and if there are clouds that I could peek above and see the sun smile. I don’t care if God is real, if a script could prove the existence of the divine, for all I can know is an evolving truth in my heart.…

Being Human

It’s incredibly raw to be inside this body, my skin and it’s inner cohorts. It might seem strange to mention this particular sensation, not sedation, the carousel of pinpricks under my skin, streaks of heat then shivers, and an unusual sense of treacle, sweetness that pours to the minuscule ends of my capillaries. To live,…

Transformation

There are days so much of me screams No. Usually I’m lost in a sea of fatigue, tired, hyped up in the drama and chaos of life that’s not inherently dramatic or chaotic, it just happens, and then we choose to label it some way. I scream No, sometimes literally, often on the inside, a…

Whispers from the Peace Lily

I see leaves lopsided before me but still there is growth. Whispers from the flowers of the peace lily, “Water me. Tend to me for I’m not able to pour that thirst quenching food onto myself.” The peace lily does not know that it has roots and capillaries. The peace lily does not know it…

I Am Not My History

History does not weigh on my shoulders, for all that matters is where the hands on the clock wave now and really, clocks always smile, knowing presence is beautiful like lavender, for some an acquired scent, though if all the world knew they could inhale beauty, there would be less Prozac, more love, less war,…