my field

is filled with golden wheat stalks. I'm standing atop the hill, alone. It's hot but there's a nice breeze and I can smell the ocean.  I'm free and it feels nice. This is what I need.


"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there." - Rumi

3 am thoughts

I love my soft sheets
but the doors are so loud.
check marks, evaluations:
scared to ever go there
mainly because I refuse to be broken.

negative capability

I think I understand it!

:)

كل شي بوقتو حلو

sounds

I like the sound a pebble makes when tossed into a deep well.

what sounds are you remembering tonight?

quelqu'un m'a dit

que tu m'aimais encore.

fathers

I was fortunate to have one who didn't tell me that women were molded out of men ... He'd say that it was the men who emerged out of women. When he said that I always I imagined rivers and streams as mothers branching out and sending currents of strength into the world.

a love affair with words

you've shaped my voice by conquering my world.
you've touched my mind by slicing through my inhibitions.
you've lead me to thoughts unrealized.
you've brought me beginnings,
and endings,
and journeys in between.

graceful growth

rich colours. stupid mistakes. passionate love. good teaching. bad learning. clear minds. bloated ethics. pure intentions. false friends. true ones. terrible writing. honest pen and so on...

you have years on me

yet I seem to be the one moving in the right direction.