she is sad

I cry I hug strangers I say I love you every time it bubbles up in me to you to me to strangers to She who courses through every vein of Creation and I do not feel ashamed to acknowledge the pain of the world the stain of the creeping sadness of the lost and the wailing the us the people of the earth

alchemy of countenance

so much magic. disregarded. an old man cried. an older man surrendered. a beautiful woman sighed. a young man repented. a stranger praised. a beautiful man confessed. i witnessed all this on a wednesday before noon.

quick sketch of the fearful one in the tea room

my fear, don't leave me, i don't know, sometimes, how to breathe without you my oldest friend my security blanket my excuse to remain immobile without you, i might run into the outstretched arms of fate or stumble into the bliss of joy the fleeting the eternal the always, ever, only now that is the all of the nothings stretching out and out into forever on either side but never touching me the now that is everything it was born to be fear, don't leave me now how do i breathe without you don't leave me now clutching only to the blinding glare of hope

morning salutation

whispered oneness of the wild things,
 i crave you
sound of simultaneous songbird flight,
 i hear you
frantic frenzy of the one left behind,
i root for you
i close my eyes
and let my bird parts quiver ...
they shiver,
they shake,
 they flutter,
they fly,
they soar,
they sing,
 they take
and they bring
the joy of the sky,
the life of the field
my hollow bones,
dainty feet,
 feathered wing,
your song in my throat,
it gurgles up
 joyously
 and i let myself sing -
for with you
and in you,
I AM
this morning's queen