drifting in a 
lightness of being.

where have i been?
what has taken me away?

it does not matter.

my footsteps are swift. 
my gait? unimpaired. 

i am at the mercy of the breeze
and the deep blue sky.
they lift me.

where will they carry me?

time has passed.

the sun has risen… and set.
the moon has waxed… and waned.

the world has changed… as have i.

this is a new life.
this is today.



after the rain...

i awaken to a golden stream of consciousness
flowing from a marbled horizon,
a gilded mist that shrouds me
inside its visibility.

already, the daffodils have blossomed
like a constellation of yellow stars
shimmering in an emerald sky.

morning falls.

soon, the bees 
will begin their song.



what if...? what if the wind were to blow me away?

outside, the sky is blue and shattered with clouds. a mild gust is blowing itself into every crevice of nature. i go outside. i sit with the wind and allow it to invade my space. i am, after all, invading the spaces it has elected to inhabit. 

something strokes my awareness. 

i have abandoned the perfectionist. somewhere, i have left her behind. i have disowned that person who expected everything to be just perfect... just right. maybe it was a flaw to be a perfectionist. maybe, on the other hand, it is a flaw to disown a part of oneself. wherever the flaw, i do not discard it. i embrace it. 

i envelope the flaw.
i envelope the crease.
i envelope the blur.

in so doing, i reintegrate what i disowned.

today, i hear everything. i see in bold color. i smell the blend of freshly scratched ink on paper. i feel the exhausted stiffness in my fingers as i pore over this page. i taste, in the pit of my throat, the hunger for more experience and more word and more expression. and, i know that i am just where i need… just where i want… to be. 

it feels good to know this.