“Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.” – Alan Watts
I was lost for you to find
And now I’m yours and you are mine
Two tiny hands, a pair of eyes
An unsung melody is mine for safekeeping
And I will guard it with my life
I’d hang the moon for it to shine on her sleeping
Starting here and starting now
I can feel the heart of how
Sugar, butter, flour
Sometimes I still see her
My mother the dreamer
She’d say, “Nothing’s impossible child”
A dream needs believing
To taste like the real thing
Like some stranger you recognize
So pure, so electric
So sure, so connected
To those little believers inside
May we all be so lucky
I remember the days of innocence
promises left between the cracks in the sidewalks
dandelion blowing in the wind
but they always seemed to stay just long enough, floating sparkles in the sky
we’d lift our heads towards the ocean
sea breeze mix of hope and wonder
lungs filled with oxygen
life life life
i swear it is hiding beneath the staircase, it is tucked under the corner
it is planted beneath this pavement
it is trying to speak
“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.
Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.
“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.
“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”
You asked me why.
“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”
For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.
Connection is what it’s all about. That’s no secret.
“I didn’t do much for the past few days, but you know what I did do, this morning I saved a caterpillar and put it back in the woods where it belongs. And that put the biggest smile on my face.”
“You know, the thing about caterpillars and transformation is – before you turn into the butterfly, you have to be goo. Literal goo. You have to go into the chrysalis for a while.
And I’m just going to tell myself today, right now you have to be okay with being goo.”
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – Mary Oliver
Dreamers, keep dreaming. We aren’t the hopeless romantics; the world has it wrong. We are the hopeful romantics. Dream on. Live on. Love on.
Slice me open like a renegade You runaway black star
Kiss me quick like a snake
Let your poison dangle over my heavy bones
Tickle me slowly with your feathery gaze Hunt my flesh
Make me hunger for your bloodthirsty Kill
Seething love through my vertebrae Shaking rain make me thunder
For your whole