night

alive chatter

jumping over one another's sentences

flowing around the circle

igniting a new flame 

thought

question

experience 

piece of life. 

we gather because we want to

we came because we care

invest in others

invest inside. 

in no particular order we check in with the other

ask deeply and often

"how ARE you?"

and friends tell

because we want to be known

that the pain will be less

and the heart will be more

if we do so. 

risk. enjoy. step in. 

these friends bring lightning with the rain. 

my favorite.

morning

lilting and tilting mayhem into the fabric

weave 

to the beat and show us a smile

we all know you have hidden. 

need to feel all right again

you can do it little one.

drive by the place you've always wanted to visit

but never have good enough

reason.

hoping that one day 

someone 

will agree to experience the beauty 

with you

and think maybe soon you should just go in

by yourself. 

better late than not at all 

console

alone is not empty

the beauty inside probably greater than you can imagine. 

say all the things

without using words

to display

and look in the hidden corners for

flowers

of life. 

the balm of the march of january

sometimes the cold is within

the fold

of the innermost corner of belief. 

a word filled with bright hope, but in

these days

the meaning holds more of a 

dark secret. 

matter of time, until everyone else believes this secret with me; alone. 

sometimes the warmth comes from a friend. 

kind words reminding you the gold can be held at all times, and isn't just for dress up. 

sometimes the word comes from 

yourself, before. 

when you didn't know this, but did know where you had been already. and that path was

heavy

rutted with 

loneliness. 

from lack of exposure

and now you have the other kind

rutted with 

experience

to show you a different empty. 

but those molds needent cling to the present

the gift that you are to yourself. those ruts can be left behind

as a part of the road

you

are

traveling

.

continuous, dear heart. keep hope. keep love. keep eyes to the sky and ear to the birds for their songs 

call to the corner of your lips without fail.

learning: the practice of life. 

now. 

the war wages on.

twinkle

all the lights
some steady, powered by a current i cannot own
although i pay for it
but to whom, most definitely not the rightful owner.
some flicker, with a grace captivating
like no other. simply to be in it's presence causes one to feel
more whole.


and i wonder, if it is like this simply for lights
what else in life follows suit?
that the electric, the fancy, the invented new and bright and always on
are never as comforting as those
which have been in our generations for generations
created by those who knew the power of it's warmth;
harnessed it in portable form.
that these things, the most genuine and bare versions
are always the most connected.


as the light brings warmth to the darkness
so love brings
stark ourselves.

twinkle on, enraptured.