Updated: Jul 6, 2020
Waking slow to seagull songs, it won’t be long
til tired sirens follow...
Do we wallow in our
S U R R E N D E R ?
My eyes grow young with awe and wonder.
Love’s an easy choice
within this womb-space
laced with mystery...
we make history
and soup for every supper.
I offer citrus sacraments, you offer your love,
hold my hand and dance me through
your VINYL pLaYgRouNd.
The warning signals light our phones,
as we discover the bones of our
P E A C E
Meditation, old movies and poetry,
exploring the existential “why”
then walking through
holding each other as we cry...
This is what healing feels like.
This new world, THIS is love.
I wrote this in my home in Seattle, doors securely closed to the world, mind open to the possibility that this time, calm and quiet, is exactly what our world-worn souls need.
May you find peace amidst the chaos and choose love over fear, again and again and again.