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
Tag: poetry
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…
what i really mean to say
yea… i think most of the time you’re not going to understand anything i’m talking about this is me reflecting my experience which is only slightly annoying only slightly annoying because it’s slightly disappointing only slightly disappointing because i suppose i just assume too much i only assume too much – like i’ve got high…
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…
peaceful moment
little quiet time no sound for a couple moments and mind clears to reveal a beautiful sky warmth from the sun on even the cold days
the time for rebuilding
night time is for recalibration body breaks into a million pieces before the sun rises when it does i go to collect them the heart goes first the nice thing is that it’s the first thing to come back and it’s beating distinctly by the time the rest of the body is in order night…
The Dynamics of Groove 