choice

I no longer tolerate poison inside myself.

I no longer tolerate hatred

anxiety

shame

self pity.

This doesn’t mean they won’t overwhelm or attack me.

It means in the middle of the storm, I will hold fast to the Eye that says:

you can do better.

I no longer have patience

for soul-poison.

I am human; it may fool me for a moment.

But it will not claim me.

I will be tested. Again & again.

I don’t know how I will make it.

That’s okay. I’ll start there.

I’ll start with “I don’t know”

& give the rest up to Spirit

so that when something comes along that is not of my Divine nature,

I will recognize it.

People may not understand.

That’s the hardest part.

Keeping my Spirit under lock & key

helps me feel safe around others.

I seek to release the fear

of what they will think–

of my refusal

to settle for less

than the glory we were made for.

Now, instead of approval

I will seek soul-fire.

reconsider

your prison
is your
wilderness
your cage
an open sky
for why would you 
create if not
escape
from space confined
wise women know
the caged bird's song
wise men
the battle cry
of soul unleashed
from genie's lamp
of hands from
rope untied.
curse not your chains nor weights of stone
for without them art would be unknown.

homecoming blessing

may your life
imitate your art—
may words nourish your soul 
as long rain to august—
may your heart be content 
to enjoy the little things—
may your sleep be sound
but should you lie awake
may your thoughts drift only
to your many blessings—
may your life be long 
in good enough moments
though your moments be only few—
may your name be heard 
in a loved one’s prayer
as you hold them
in your own—
may you fall in love not once
but infinitely—
may your heart remember 
in its darkest moments
that there was once someone
or something
that made you want to drop everything
& live—
may the faces of those you love 
be never far from your thoughts
& the grace of listening to stillness
be ever a breath away—
most of all
do not despair
in the loneliness of it all—
only nerves rubbed raw by the cares of the world
know what it is to return home.