Vision and Pen

10/17/2018

I saw more;
That I will not deny
to myself.

In part of an unexpected,
Terrifying gift,
Too big for me alone,
I saw a new direction,
I saw light
And dark,
Explosion,
And stars.

I saw vision
A purpose,
The kind we never
Realized possible,
I saw
what artists and poets,
Visionaries and prophets,
Ill and well
did not just
Imagine.

There is more
Than the eye can see
The minds eye sees more
Just all too much at once
For our tiny beings
And from my glimpse
I am humbled,
In awe
And reinoriented,
And amongst my roles
That I revere
Also vision and pen
are my purpose.

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Stillness

9.28.18

And then
There is stillness
And I am not sure

exactly

What

To do
With myself.

Colored Light

My world has been colored
By light,
Out of my dark

It was real
It is
And I found purpose
I had never realized
Was sought

I found the color
And I will look for it
Always

I will not be lost
Even in absence of
Visible light
For it is
Always
Whether eyes see,
Or not

Matter

10/7/18

Your tears matter.

I believe your fears,
I believe your tears,
I believe you.

I believe.
I and you,
You are not alone,
Nor need you ever be,
Because you matter,
Yes, YOU;

You matter.

A Mercury Morn

8/31/18

This is the early morning,
Much too soon,
Chilly summer dew,
that only my Mercury
Knows how to endure,
And from the distance,
In her warm cocoon,
Venus’s heart
melts further,
As she watches
Her love admirably.

 

Witness

I once heard light in your lyrics,
in his touch,
in her face,
And now
I am witness to it
everywhere
in everything.

Our Stories

We
Have always been
Princesses and Princes.

They took, and told our stories,
Protecting royalty, and fantasy
—called it “fiction”, “faith”, and “history”

We have always been
Our own oppressors
And redeemers.