Long Walks in Spring

There is a healing, humming hush
that rustles through the tall grass
on long walks along the littered roadside

The rising vibration of returning life
as we circle back toward the outstretched arms
of the sun that has kept us waiting with held breath

Bringing inspiration that flows in with the warm air
through the open window's billowing white curtains
lifting old dust motes out of corners and into the light

This soft atmosphere makes it easy to forgive
and gently set aside the harsh bleak days of December
making space for the fresh growth of wonder and wildflowers

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Feeling Soft

Everything was soft inside of me again
the sunlight pierced my unfurling soul
a sudden opening of the vacuum sealed air
encircling my swimming, distorted thoughts
my heart burst open, there was space to breathe

Fragile reflections in water droplets
held together by microscopic tension
pressing softly into fresh hues of green
the sensual humming silence that rises
in anticipation of a new dawn

Subtly shifting oil painting sky
melting through pink and blue clouds
I've finally found something worth the fear
of being completely swallowed up
and reshaped by an unknown hope

Waiting for Spring

Spring is coming, just hold on
I've been telling myself since October
It's hard to have faith the sun will heal
wounds that reopen every winter

Half a year spent holding my breath
how much happiness can be contained
in only three short months of light
most slips by as I'm fearing the next fall

Spring is coming, but I don't remember
what it is I've been waiting for all winter
just a phantom feeling of something better
Spring is coming, just hold on

Fire and Water

Born beneath the boiling shadow of the sun
burning passion manifested in flesh and bone
strength and intensity transmuted into anger
the slow seeping magma of explosive impatience

The eternal struggle for complete control
and heavy-handed attempts to tame the self
an ego fed on prized intelligence
poisoned by pride and arrogance

Unable to reconcile opposing elements within
soul of fire extinguished inside a liquid vessel
boiling the healing water of the divine feminine
resisting the sacred, subtle siren's call inside

Energy wasted holding back the floodgates
of essential intuition from my own moon
exhausted endlessly by juxtaposition
masculine star that refuses to surrender

Undermining the powerful energy of emotion
a wordless wisdom that swells just below the surface
only finding security behind a wall of fire
yet left untempered, all will burn

Balance is a battle of uniting two opposing forces
illuminating insight as a new narrative emerges
inspired to uncover their nature is complementary
opposites housed in one harmonious being

The worthy challenge of discovering
the rhythm of effort and ease
in order to fully embody
consciousness' stark contrasts

A Soul Submerged

The tide rises with the descending sun
and as the leaves form a crunchy crust over the earth
that grows thicker with each passing day
I watch the waters creep closer
pawing at the shoreline of my soul

No breakers can withstand
the slow advance of the seasons
time ensures the slow submersion
into the living death of ice and snow
I brace myself for another long sleep

Water-logged months of darkness
slow, undulating rhythm below the waves of winter
are hard, helpful reminders of interconnection
insolation and artificial lighting cannot replace
the outstretched arms of sensual sunshine

The earth turns inwards and withdraws
a well deserved rest from being taken for granted
nursing her wounds beneath the cold surface
resting and recharging to return again
the faithful promise that keeps me going