Musings

In the pause between breaths,
suspended in time and space

your Self waits to show you
what it’s been trying to your whole life--

Long-forgotten dreams

lay sleeping in your bones,

lifetimes of promises

buried deep like stones

If you sit quietly enough, 
allow the silence to dissolve
your thoughts to dust
and breathe in and out 
with the rhythm of the stars,

The stones that you hid as a child

still wait for you in mossy tree stumps,

the fairies still hold your secrets

in the palms of their hands,

You shine with the light

of a thousand stars

Our thoughts are birds

that soar through time

The stone on your windowsill

sings medicine songs while you sleep,

Last night I woke

to the songs between stars

I long to sit

in a seer’s silence—

unquestioning, unflinching,

fully accepting like an oak

tucked tightly into an acorn,

like a prophet

Last night stones sang me

to sleep, their soft, haunting lullabies

surrounded by the dust of

my ancestors’ bones

The older I get

the more I long to be

carried by the wind--

I stand at the edge of the sea

seduced by the moon,

my last egg like a pearl

in a tiny silk purse

Unspoken words fill the cold air between us, again,

clouds pregnant with confessions, with promises, with poems.

Sometimes I think I hear you

in the moments just before dawn

whispering my name in the moon,

in the stars.

If I show up in this moment

empty-handed, palms up

I watched him watch me for ten years,

more than a decade younger than me,

deep brown eyes like a child’s, like the night sky