The space between

Between the tapping of the drops of rain
blossomed an echo from the silence
As the swollen drops rained down from heaven
stirring currents of nothingness in between
the ether and the water, 'tween you and me-
mingling, clinging to light or maybe its darkness
Did you feel me?
Did you hear me?
In the clinking of tear drops shattering
Did the drift of this breath call your name?

Today I am thankful for

beauty
intelligence
warmth
yummy scented kitchens
compassion
kindness
lust
desire
love
energy
rain
sun
snow
cinnamon
coffee
pumpkin
soft, furry cats
soaring hawks
the green of grass
the yellow of straw
sincerity
authenticity
men
children
clouds
sky
rain
storm
home
warmth
road
adventure
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Havoc
simplicity
computers
internet
friends
family
herbs
oil
sweet potatoes
Christmas decorations
movies
books
eyesight
hearing
touch
heat
sex
my femininity
gray sweats
Uggs
color
soft skin
hair dye
yoga
meditation
beautiful children
mistakes
disasters

love
definitely love

Knock, knock...

Watching the sun melting into the dark
horizon
the very last sliver disappeared with
a shiver
setting a breeze loose which
rattled trees
touching moving and soothing me

show me your face...

The color of love

the scent of rain-soaked earthen blanket
a song of gray played by the soft tapping rain
a swelling, welling, burning sensation of
a pumped up heart filled with joy once again
the sleepy, delirious drift into dreamland
a touch so alive it awakened my soul
when I heard your laughter and tasted your breath
while we drank, two souls, from one plentiful cup
and we basked in one glorious, fruitful delight
warmed by one roaring fire through a cold, dark night

Pillar of saltiness

I don't "get" the notion of walking away from people who bring you down. No one but you can bring you down. Many times I've heard the rationalization that a person did not serve another's higher good, so they excised them from their hearts.

How is my higher good any different or more important than yours- aren't they one  and the same?

What if instead of asphyxiating a relationship, you drowned it with positivity, love and light? What if you replaced the disillusion with compassion? What if you sacrificed your expectations of what someone should be, for the reward of your mutual happiness?

And no, my "guides" didn't share this with me- my badass, luminous sense of wonder and knowing did.

Leave me be

the leaves are falling
and the brisk breeze stirs my feet
in the crinkling abundance to dance
as they circle around me

those who cling still to the tree
waving furiously, their love for life and me
singing to me of life and death
and of coming once again

to dance with that which beckons me

All who wander are not lost

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His questions and suppositions were the stairway

to his intimacy with the truths of life

which he lived out loud, on every page

which he laid down and for adoration, made

points of fancy to be gobbled by the masses

Yet he did not love another the way 

he seemed to love his words, the way

he always stood by watching, to see who

would take his bait

who could make him feel loved

I watched and followed his treks 

'cross the faces of the book of life

we love and wondered, why I needed

his face to show me

the fear which hid my own

I looked in his eyes and found my own