*
to read
to listen
to write
.
three steps
.
to be
to live
to die
.

.
*
to read
to listen
to write
.
three steps
.
to be
to live
to die
.
.
*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
*
slowly I breath
slowly I learn to be
myself mobile
in the universe cosmic
light I shine a bit
as I breath slowly as
a pulsating star
.
.
*
I have learned
about richness
.
breath and time
.
I have been made
rich by this knowledge
.
*
my gorgeous shell
is broken
in spite of all my care
attention
in spite of people’s
praises
.
some dark spots
where
found inside spreading
they cut me
to pull all of them out
saw me back
.
I still hurt where they
broke me
I lost that harmonic beauty
I need to heal
time is what I paid all of this for
to have more
.
.
*
I feel the suffering
of my own body
the struggle yet
.
feeling not fighting
.
allows serenity
to surge to grow rich
in pain to rise up
,
*
the June thunderstorms
are a joy for my garden
and I
my body giving in to rest
with the parched trees
.
*
with poems I color
my emotions of new hues
stretch the perimeters
.
grasp a dreamed story
giving it legitimacy
the gifts are shared
.
my soul’s eyes scan
the air around of me
the breath of God
.
the most soft of nests
I am watching myself
growing with as I create
.
*
my mind is resisting
as of now
the good side of this
the pain
only the pain is loud
.
*
right in the middle
someone turned off
—— my light
.
since I have this feeling
.
of disconnect
of not getting what’s going on
of abiding dark
.
can you see please
what
I am going through
.
.
*
what if I told you
to send me water
.
as everyone is
busy sending me light
.
may healing come
without parching
in a bath of light
.
as well as sipping
in all the water
.
I need to stand
tall once more
.
*
in silence
is solace
is healing
.
in silence
sleeps comes
taking me places
.
while my healing
is weaved inside
my wounded body
.
silence is planning
my next steps to
warn off the enemy
.
that came inside
as shift as a thief
the cancerous cells
.
*
the act of poetry
may help to face fear
.
in that willful gaze
to dissolve it in writing
.
in the act of reading
in the sounds severing
the space around us
.
*
I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
.
when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
.
.