The Antidote

Watching with a tilted head
Wanting what it can never feel
Cowering as it festers on boils of disdain
Penetrating light burns it decaying flesh
A shield infused with Love and Kindness

Tracks in the snow

Today for the first time since this journey began, I was shown our bitter sweet reality in the most beautiful and gentle way

Gone Fishin’

Have you ever gone fishing? If you haven’t, well, that’s okay I won’t judge just as long as you give it a try

Tragic Poetry

I found an answer hidden on a hillside
Apart from new stones telling the same story

Tranquility

Fragrant steam rises

Palms cradle a porcelain bowl

Timeless

Giving birth to what never fully died

Forever Stained

Broken pieces of color break away and fall
Reds and blue and a purple hue