as you turn from

That i should 

remain as this


a dying light

fear depleating

yet still



This repeating sequence…

Where a faint heartbeat lingers

I am torn by this starting and stopping

perhaps his lover once or for a thousand lifetimes

only silence again repeating

my lost song of another eternity

I no longer exist 


…or here

a sequence of moments 

I fear my darling

we fail to become

extrodinary within her ordinary day…

“there is no pretense to my breathing

or its mere seconds of suspension

when I feel you well up within me…”


There is no other that I choose, and yet how can I live the rest of my years here with a cold loneliness, a void hidden deep within. I, in constant flux of this living and dying. It is like a thousand thieves steal my gentleness and I rage for extraodinary…these winged words fly away and remain uncaptured by him


some kind of wonderful…

I am not breathing


to convince you of me

you already know my darling

I consider where we lay our minds

what our hearts have experienced

this unfolding is worthy

worthy to be written of

spoken of


yet I am only one third

one strand, plaited

I am one star in your sky of a thousand

a spec of real blooming in a field of illusion

but look at me here

perhaps I am trying

trying to convince you of me

but you already know…

remember me

my love


This did not come out as I wanted. I think some parts of me still choose to be hidden. I am not even certain what I was starting to write, or what any of this means, other than I just started writing (but that is typical of my writing process) I believe the seeds are still germinating. Roots are in my heart but the blooms, the stems, the leaves are all sleeping under the surface.

Sunday is a day of rest for me. A day I live under no expectations or duty. I just simply slip into comfort, create this nurturing womb, breathe free, write a river, cry an ocean, laugh and sing a garden. It is beauty evolving and the dying of old layers. I am learning to love myself, take care of this beautiful body that has brought me this far. She deserves to be taken care of and once I put aside all the lies of my mind, I am becoming what I was meant to all along. I am opening…

I have a found a soul family of those who understand what I am currently going through. Putting a voice to this excruciating yet beautful transformation has been so very helpful. I wish I could say I am past all my fears and just write about what I experiencing, but I am not quite there yet. Although, I am clearer now, more certain of myself and my path, and I am living in the moment, just enjoying what is here within me, around me, from me, at any given moment. This doesn’t mean I don’t have dreams or desires, because, OH MY…my desires, my dreams are strong and gorgeously painted in my heart. It just means I am more than ever before in a fantastic place to realize those dreams and desires.

And for the moment, all is well with my soul while I wait. I am in some kind of wonderful…



somewhere where words remain silent…

I am fathomed wreakage

brevity in deep water

Perhaps to some it is perfectly suitable to stay drowed in this reality

and leave the unknown to better souls

but Fuck that!

I am life times ten thousands more

ransom breath of divine’s beauty

the kind you could inhale and leave you

uncertain of gentle stings

wondering the softness of honey

I am more simple if only one is open to it

complexity is only imagined

when one doesn’t care to explore

lazy love doesn’t exist

love is love

or it isn’t…