Fresh Air

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?

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

Ripples

A smile forms as the treble lands
Slight jerk and the water erupts

Tranquility

Fragrant steam rises

Palms cradle a porcelain bowl

Yearn

Boughs of waving arms
Welcome me home

Timeless

Giving birth to what never fully died