Friday, November 13, 2015

a wind blows
curtain lands its fall on my forehead
I imagine it to be you
I smell danger
I hold it in my heart
the fear of the impending moment
just outside of my window
a butterfly has flown out of its shell
life continues
there is a melting in knowing that
this continuity
in a grain of sand, a whisper
a butterfly 

Thursday, November 12, 2015

a hand
a breeze
a memory
a hunt
a loss
emptiness
memory
hunt
loss
hand
breeze
memory
pain
loss
surrender
emptiness
pause
fall
pain
a hand
a breeze
a memory
life
balance
loss
surrender
emptiness
God