Some Type of Breakthrough

A yellow leaf drops onto my laptop As I sit outside and desire a breakthrough. The sun glimmers through the golden green leaves Touching my cheeks and dancing on my freckles.

Will the breeze whisper guidance To help me take the right path? Or will I be forced to listen, and listen To the silence that is waiting, for me, to sit patiently.

Do I have to fall and breakdown? Crack, crumble, and break my ego’s crown? Or can I choose to be amongst the few, Who create their own breakthrough?

Destiny blows through my soul Shouting out, demanding, and taking it’s toll. There must be a balance between Spirit, and being, just another human.

Never Meant to Crumble

How far down will I go before I learn how to say no? How high will my anger rise before I give up all the lies? Will everything stay inside or will I ever reach out and confide?

I find safety in staying broken as if my life isn’t worth the token. It’s an elaborate illusion designed to create confusion, made by the brilliance of my mind that I hoped to never find.

But I found it nonetheless in the depths of my ambivalence. The truth stings much more when it comes from the core. I struggle with my own relationship as I begin to take ownership.

Does it require a lack of concern in order to finally learn? There must be a good reason for experiencing this cold season. Maybe those who stumble were never meant to crumble?

Look into the Mirror

Lost in the thought of what could be Is this a dream or a fantasy? Making you into what I want you to be Am I pushing you away?

Can I see the other side Embrace what is real Look into the mirror Illuminate my fear

Finding who I am Through your eyes To dissolve the lies And finally hear the inner cries

Uncover the truth Create something new What was destine to be fate Started with a clean slate

What is Love?

Close your eyes and breathe Inhale life Exhale death With every pause there is something That something is special That something is Love

Love is here Love is now If you think about it It simply disappears But if you let it be And experience it Then it reappears

It is in every laugh It is in every cry It is so dark Yet, it is so light You cannot help but see it everywhere And feel it in everyone

It collapses time and space It is driven by fire It is molded by water And, out of the rubble there is There is a spark A spark of inspiration That sings and dances in the rain

You chase it, and it chases you But do not fear You have had it all along And when you find it Close your eyes and be Be gratitude for it For love is the only thing left

Can You Hear the Music?

The owls were calling back and forth to each other in a harmony of magical vibrations.

The wind was fresh and cold, breezing through the leaves in a constant rhythm.

The sparrows and finches gently strummed the strings of their vocal cords, providing the lyrics to the song.

The squirrels shook the branches and bark in an instrument I’d never heard before.

And, the bees flew in slow motion to the beat.

The crows created the base with their wings as the flew by, and screamed a rapid beat on the drums.

Within it all, was a hug from the sky and kiss from the ground.

And I, am the dancer, moving gracefully inside the space of nature’s orchestra.

Climb or Let Go?

Obligated to borrow Conform and follow The mountain of sorrow Climb fast and swift No second thought

The water below Calling me to let go Sweat from my pores Adrenaline flows Panic and instinct

The rope starts to fray Ripping one fiber at a time Take a breath Shut my eyes Snap and fall

Surrender to the water Embrace the waves And discover Where I am meant to be Swimming free, in the sea