The calm returns to chaos the chaos returns to calm that is the way of the human experience I will not run from either Our greatest life is inward not outward the obstacles become the way when we learn that chaos and calm are kindly nudging us along
Every story I get the privilege of living through is a stitch in the blanket of my life every laughter, tragedy, and fear is braided in with swift hands that get more confident as I go life is a balancing act between "should" and authenticity flowing and stopping as the seams that hold my life…
I asked self:Why don’t you want to be perceived, to be witnessed? self said:To be perceived is to be judged I asked self:What are the consequences of judgement? self said:Judgement fuels condemnation, Judgement gives permission to deem me unworthy. I asked self:What happens if you are deemed unworthy? self answered:It means I am excluded from…
Needing you, is the scariest thing I've let myself feel this love is the place where all my defenses, crafted to keep my safe, crumble at your feet Love, is the enemy of my unloved soul I reach for you in the night My hand recoils from your sleeping body, Unfamiliar with the warmth that…
Sometimes I crave the solid ground of rock bottom The peace in knowing, the ground cannot move from beneath me anymore It is a place to rest my head a place to look at the height of the sky and wonder when it'll fall The comfort of stiff assurance these rocks provide make me wonder…
Have you never whispered prayers that should have been yelled? Traced lines on your fingertips, wondering if they are a map leading you to life's simple questions like why you are here and why now? Made figures out of clouds and hoped the others see it too? melted in the heat of anthers love?…
When I told her I loved her How was I to know it would build a mountain in my chest 11 days after we met I told her That I was willing to look into her eyes for the rest of my life Whatever wars come her way, she would have me a a soldier…
I found a cactus garden in California Dry and nibble I found a rose garden in my own bedroom when I returned Filled with wanderlust the leaves sprouted from their home land, Dirt, and sand and seed, it's origin Beauty is found where beauty is sowed The roses grew and grew in my…
She always followed me home The further we drove the same distance she appeared They say she’s a reflection of the sun I say her light is self-sufficient Her purpose is to remind us that even in darkness there is light Even when she is reNewing herself Hiding away from Earth She is…
She has the self worth of a candle who believes it is a wildfire enough to make a ditch into a hill a hill into a mountain with a raise of her hand
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