the pen touches the paper
and I can’t stop.
I forget all responsibility
I forget to breathe,
getting it down.
love letters to my soul
in the night
and I’m not afraid of God now
because I know there is truth in my heart
and that the sun rises and falls to show us our shadows
and the tide is to sweep away our sorrows
pulling them from us violently
in the hidden place
on the moon.
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and not just any-body
but your very own body
to create a body of work
you need to breath into your lungs
and feel into your toes
and listen to your heart
you have to want it so badly that it hurts
and trick yourself to keep going when you forget
you have to run fast towards the finish line
in your first draft
get it down!
polishing can come in leisurely afternoons
getting it down must be squeezed into crevices
as you wait for the bus
the 5 minutes before the dental hygienist calls your name
before you go to bed
for 10 minutes before you call your partner
squeeze it in!
and how do you keep going at this breakneck speed
when your project is much larger than a postage stamp
and you do and don’t know where it’s going to end up?
any way you can
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The warrior of my heart is a dancer.
As she dances she weaves the invisible threads that create all that is.
She weaves the warmth into a mother’s voice as she welcomes her child into her arms,
She weaves pale blues and pinks into the sky as the sun sets behind the mountains,
And on a summer’s evening, it is she who weaves the freshness into the breeze.
She weaves compassion into our hearts when a friend is in need,
The harmonies into our voices as we sing together with love,
And as I sit alone beside the lake, she silently weaves the peace into the stillness.
It is she who weaves the healing into laughter,
The joy into love,
And the softness into my heart.
She is the weaver of the stars at night and the light at the break of day.
And she is always there,
As she weaves the miracles into each moment,
That are just waiting to be seen.