Whispered In The Wind

Whispered In The Wind
Just a fairy blowing in the wind, singing tales to the west wind

Thursday, April 3, 2014

You Don't Owe This Poem A Title (Future Advice)

Be bold
but learn to walk in quiet grace,
never let blaze overshadow forgiveness

Burn bright
but grow sacred roots
always let prayers seed

Desire the Divine
But learn to respect your doubt
invite it to dinner, feed it books and questions
allow it to live alongside faith
But don't be afraid of that which seems irrational

Seek solicitude
But create community
you are not a single stem
learn to love all roses
and even some weeds

Soak your skin
dip your toes in ocean salt
let rain slip down your eyelids
walk through storms, aimlessly and lost
But when the time comes, always
set intentions
and if you must set them in sand
that's better than never setting them at all

Lose yourself in bookstores
collect stories arches
and fairytales
But get rid of your narrative
there is no shame in living a life
that isn't a poem

Seed, Sprout, Flower
grow fierce and overgrown gardens
But sculpt your wild heart
keep it firmly in your hands
to shape and mold
a heart is a terrible thing to loose in a winter freeze

Dance with winds
Let your limbs know ocean breezes
and wet dirt
But walk statuesque
And don't be afraid to ask for directions
once the wind has subsided.

But most importantly,
when you find edges and broken bottles
when sentences grow brittle and break
when sections of books fall off
and are lost under beds
When you can't find a way to end
Embrace cliffhangers

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "

"I want warm summer nights, to lie in a hammock, staring at the stars, telling you stories. "
"When asked not to make waves, I just smiled and said, don't worry this is just a ripple"