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Our Sycamore Tree
Sitting on the bench with you looking up Arms around each other She stretches above us white trunk and branches reaching out teaching us to wonder while giving us her shelter Today her leaves are a mix of oranges, yellows, and browns She is enchanting and every moment with you on this bench under her shelter is enchanting too There’s something about this Sycamore tree and the…
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That's not Jesus
Where are you Jesus? I do not see you Are you the one holding the sign saying Make America Great Again? Shall the first be first the last be last now? Are you the man on TV advocating MASS deportation because you must protect yourself? Did you just say grab her by her pussy? Is that you Jesus?
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Compassion is God
I used to feel you close almost as if you lived within me and spoke innately but then you became so foreign all the things I once knew questioned and I hardly chose this path though some condemn me as though I did Instead I was thrust into it and then choosing not to question made no sense So now I hear you but i don’t know you until today when I felt Compassion powerfully…
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Magic
I think your heart has been asleep love locked away for a rainy day Perhaps I had the magic key love to open it up and restart your love My heart was bruised and scarred hesitant towards love Perhaps you had the magic salve to heal the wounds and help me heal Together we have changed each others’ hearts Each, magic, to the other and now two hearts as one
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I love you
How do you know it’s love? Is it fireworks or a spark Your heart beating faster your stomach flips everything aligns and there’s no doubt in your mind Maybe But for me it was as simple as familiartiy Meeting a person who made me feel like myself just by being themself A togetherness that just fit Safety Peace Care All these things naturally lead to I love you
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Sexuality Was Evil
My sexuality is good It tells me that I have the capacity for great pleasure intimacy and surrender rather than the message I received that my body is temptation and my mind is a playground for evil things I’ve found that my body is a miracle My mind working through all the meaning of humanity and that includes sexuality sensuality intimacy passion love nature All of these…
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No Path
I’m not at a fork or a crossroad There are no paths before me Just a jungle thick and wild and myself I can stand still or start making my own path
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Montana, my Friend
Just because I want to leave doesn’t mean something’s wrong It honestly just means it’s not for me Montana is rugged beautiful stubborn harsh I have seen the most miraculous sights from rivers to birds small to big I’ve come to feel drawn to nature in a way I never could have in another place I have learned more of indigenous ways And I’ll never be the same I don’t hate…
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Lessons of Autumn
The crunch of leaves beneath my feet are more than just a reminder that the weather is cooling and the season is changing They remind us that good things must die even healthy things sometimes fall away but not to fade forever to come back new and fresh some day
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Always
No matter how scary the world gets There will always be sunrises ocean waves crickets chirping Flowers in the most unexpected place Hugs Laughter There will always be vast mountain peaks trees standing together the color green the bluest skies There will always be people who smile at me joke with me see me There will always be…
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Like the Flow of the River
Like the flow of the river are my feelings Quiet and calm slowly moving At peace Flowing gently over rocks A sudden fall makes water shift to pouring over Making beauty out of a small waterfall then soft and quiet again So quickly it changes There is the sudden sound of rushing water moving swiftly Too fast to wade in Too fast to slow Then the quiet comes again The water fills…
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No Christ in America
I no longer recognize the face of Jesus among Americans For Jesus fed the hungry healed the sick welcomed the stranger Did not throw a stone Cleared the courts prevented violence American Christians want their guns make church a business throw stones at everyone except those that look exactly like them Deport strangers only care when they are sick choose the bible over feeding…
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Truest Self
I thought there was one me one true self one true expression I’ve been looking for you all my life that perfectly authentic self But now I see they are all me All these parts and sides All these layers all these moments The ugliest parts the most beautiful parts the say the silliest things part The I want adventure the lonely sad weepy parts the hopeless romantic the awkward I…
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Witness To
I feel the pain and hurt resurfacing buried deep to survive I feel it in my stomach I feel the tension the ache and nervousness It is real It must be felt as a witness to my pain That version of me is deserving of all my attention when she calls for it And she is felt as pain
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Healing Body
I do not wake up and notice the goodness of my body. Instead, I measure and judge. And truly, even if I asked myself how I am feeling and the answer is always the “negatives”, I could at least, respond with compassion rather than irritation. I guess I don’t really know what my body “should” feel like. I know what it used to feel like, before mold, emotional abuse, chronic illness, trauma. Am…
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Small Divinities
Have you gazed into a flower or watched where you are stepping? Have you felt the grassy fields or touched the needles on a pine? Have you smelled the dew of rain or listened to the bird songs? No, Instead you wait for heaven wondering what is beyond Instead you mold this world to look like what you want To make it into what serves you best Instead you wonder what you’re worth and…
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My Body is Compassion
I’ve named my body Compassion Without her I would not feel She is the language of my sorrows Yes Speaking in tears telling me I need touch and comfort or shelter and rest And she speaks in joy my step bounces my heart sings Without her I would feel nothing Not the wind calming not the sound of birds not the dizzying delight of seeing colors in a sunset Not the bodily…
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