The flow of words decides for me when it wants to reveal itself.
Today it said orange tree
At precisely 6:11am.
The house is still
Dark
Except for the one light I forgot to turn off in the dining
Room…
The soft yellow glow…
Breathes on my face.
Nothing invasive, simply a statement.
Hello there,
She says.
Yes hello,
For light… nurtures…
Accepting the long lines of the feminine form
Sensual yet firmly stated in its presence—
A call of the wild
In the way the soft touch embraces a place,
A space,
Quietly in the present moment,
Holding
Like cupped hands,
Precious,
Gentle.
The strength, however,
Is undeniable.
Constant.
I fell asleep on the couch
With my weighted
Blanket.
My mind has been elsewhere lately,
Not fully present.
Disappointment in human nature
Plagues me.
A rotting soulful overflow of disease.
How did I believe
So very innocently that you,
The you I decided for myself,
Could be pure,
Good?
The deceit was there all along…
Tendrils of smoke curling over the light
So subtle it almost… wasn’t there.
My gaze shifts inward. No longer deciding, but receiving. There it was all along— A lush evergreen tree,
Foliage thick,
Full of life,
Branches extending far and wide,
Holding round globes of sunlight.
The air tinged with the scent of
Citrus.
Invigorating.
Filling my lungs, my heart, my head with clarity.
I take a breath.
Its singularity
Says, I… am… here.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 