Spending Time

Spending Time

For Love

Love Inspiring

Holding

I was sitting on the porch wondering about the timing of events...

asking for guidance, questioning my own methods and motivations.

There was a sincerity in that vulnerable moment.

I sat still, simply open to receive the information that would guide me and enlighten me to the action needed at this time.

Yes, I was just simply open, having asked, when it flew down from

a high branch and landed fifty feet in front of me, near a spot that is a portal for all things eternally growing. It picked at the ground curiously, taking its time... unhurried... unworried.

And then it looked over at me, acknowledging something before it powerfully flew upward, again. So, It's wings sent waves that cut through the interference and reminded me

that October must be held close... all stationed exactly where they are suppose to be

at this moment.

So, I will hold October and this beloved world with it... as gently,

as lovingly and as powerfully as if I am holding you.

Grass

The Piercing

She notices the incessant cracks in time.

And portals she does seek to find,

starting with one upon her lip,

casting a line from the identity ship.

Yes, she knows that she can never be matched

and that the creative flow cannot be latched...

It swirls and swirls with no conceivable end.

The tears and tastes we wont try to mend,

because the garden grows from the broken shell

and it is here I knowingly bid you well.

You will certainly find all that you need

O fairy child, I love you indeed.