riding

riding the train while writing the simultaneous movement of fingers  hunting and pecking  words on the phone no writing pad candlelight quills dipped in ink nothing fancy about this writing desk or station no artsy cafe ambiance no comfy chair the incantation comes from the glow of the screen  through smeared vaguely transparent windows city…

embers fly into the sky

engulfed in flame seemingly dangerous  untouchable burning is consuming  radiates like a hot furnace you could reach out to touch it but you would be burned feel pain it’s okay for you to be afraid keep your distance  keep back keep it to yourself  yellow bending orange edged in blue and yet hottest is invisible …

stars spinning in unison

some stars spin in the atmosphere above our heads they puncture the dark inky night the way they move is to shimmer  it’s an easy movement  in conjunction with other stars they form a pattern gracefully  artfully  tracing paths across the sky if we could see them close up we’d see serenity  as they spin…

slowing down

occasionally  the signal from the body the initial conversation  what it does to get your attention the questions it asks of you and the mind moves slow the muscles don’t feel like struggling  like pushing they look for smoothness smooth edges no jagged points and no bumps and when they come  body closes it’s eyes…

standing in snow

scent of pine trees and sap that runs down wintery bark footsteps crunching into white standing  looking through the trees inhaling cold air exhaling a cloud of warmth making curls as it disappates the land is slightly blue  but in stillness you can feel the connection 

walking through the city

at the right time of day walking in the city can be  a work of art stark light cuts into spaces  creating angles that few come upon the sidewalk shimmers the old buildings know it well they see between the busyiness and past shadows down alleys where blue midnight meets dark purple and it’s the…

rain

clouds that move across the sky forming shapes raindrops fall down to the ground  filling divets and indentations with water covering  soaking through until they form pools  with rippling edges  reverberating back sprinkles from the sky refreshing the world’s greenery

door to the light

inside the place dimly lit as if from candles from underneath the door a glow against the wood as if golden light projected a myriad of secrets illuminating the dark hallway soft shadows on the steps a kind of flickering that madeyou look twice and though the door was not open  light spilled through a…

sacred space

the type of space where people can  come can celebrate can make things can be creative  can enjoy each other can laugh can sing can cry can hold each other can have fun don’t have to justify anything don’t have to think of the right answers don’t have to fake someone else in order to…

strength of love

with the love that permeates the soul then step forward like a paintbrush in hand a fluid line  dipped into paint soaks into a large canvas creates the shape of a curve that becomes a hill the paint is green and with the spirit  creates a beautiful landscape a bright sky a river flowing freely…