Crashing into the moon

Crashing into the moon

like I don't care

that we all will die

I care about the heat of the night around me

but not about the fear that rattles my own chest

maybe you saw me crying, 

or was it the ocean was leaking out of my miracle eyes again.

It doesn't matter what I want

it isn't enough. 

Photo by Ulrika Kertere

The secret I don't know

If I could tell you anything
or just one thing
about everything
in a word
it would be
God.

But it wouldn't be just the word
it would be all meaning
and all feeling
all time
power, awe and grace
it would be Everything and nothing
and then some more

Ma Earth

Tonight i make love with gravity
Resting back into the embrace of the land that birthed me
Deep earthly sleep 
Dreaming made solid
Yet eroding all unfounded faith
Crumbled in dirt
And the dust to which we return
Softened with sweat and with tears
Ripened with blood
The warm mud squeals I between our toes
Sometimes life is dirty 
Always under our feet
Stable yet spinning
Lushness of the earth
How will we grow tall but by bowing down to you. 

Going Godly

"For the Love of God

& all wondrous flying things

turning my head

and filling my heart 

With Awe

because when I allow myself 

to feel alone

he presses closer

that I dare to breathe." 

blind disbelief

sometimes I can not bear to think about God

 Eternally  alone

both deep within everything while also infinitely elsewhere

And instead I believe

In anything or nothing

So I don't have to look him in the eyes

or fear my soul belongs to something else.