The quandry of free will

Take a deep breath
take it any which way
anywhere you want;
or let it take you
inside out
opening into space
wider than you can dream.
Let it soften your will
while your bones grow supple and strong
ready to bear
the weight of gravity
whatever comes
and goes
like this moment
held safe by the constant motion
of waves against this foreign shore
everything wet
like the inside of my body
no words to tell
of all I have become.

That sinking feeling

When you reach the bottom You find something deeper than you ever expected.

And there you don't need to hold on to anything

This is my body

You touched me and I'll never feel the same again.

Things that need no words

Every time you smile, I remember how much I love to be us.

Don't Panic

The Art of Breathing
is to trust in the air itself,
not to break us,
or forsake us,
until our dying day.

What can you do?

You say that Everything is not okay;
But if you can't change it then I guess it has to be.

Here's to hoping God has a master plan.

Be your own best friend

Be Happy.

No body knows
how to please you
like you do.

Times Change

The Same time that heals all wounds will one day kill you.

The God inside Everything

Let the sky fall around me
pressing me closer
into my own skin,
deeper under the waves
that rock this boat,
inside my heart,
arms stretching wide,
to catch the drift,
Be God inside.