Spring time

i just love the smell of spring. New beginnings arriving all the while school coming to a teetering end, and the taste of rain as flowers awaken from a long, restful sleep. The moon shines bright this evening and I've decided to hold hands with stars while I saunter around alone in the majesty of all that hides behind the shadows of night. I remember a shadow of deception behind which I used to play, teasing myself with the possibility of wealth in something unfulfilling to yearn for. And the body--mine, his--that blocked illumiation from the moon, while allowing false stars to sink deep into my eyes and leave me struck by what I thougt to be love. And although now, a new and righteous fond affection has developed into sincere devotion and care, these nights I walk alone under a sky clear and free from any shadows other than my own, these nights wake me like the flowers budding with the new life of this beautiful spring, this beautiful forgiving beginning. And I am allowed to grow here, alone, under the moonlight and then sunlight and then rain and then peace. I am allowed to grow here. In peace.

Ready...to not give up.

Imagine all of the great things we accomplish when we never give up.


And all of the ways we can gain so much more from taking a harder road to get there.


The realization has always been enough to get me moving, and I realize I need to not give up so quickly on the endeavors I seek. Even the smallest actions can demonstrate my willingness to throw the towel in with ease. Like stopping my math homework once I get to a question I don't understand instead of looking back in the text book. Or for that matter, not doing my math homework at all. (For this is giving up on something bigger--homework in general) But even bigger than homework--myself, my relationships, my life. A disaster builds with one hole in the package, one leak in the container, one mask on the face of reality...just one. But the same holds true for a beautiful life. It begins to take form with just one act accomplished all the way through, one success, one dream achieved, one goal completed. Just one, and life is born.

Well, I'm sure I've accomplished many more than just one goal or dream or success... but I think it appropriate sometimes to clear the slate and start over at zero, avoiding a life of inertia, and rather recognizing all of the beginnings we have available, waiting for us to seek, work at, and not give up until achieved.

Because it is valid and appropriate to imagine all of the great things we accomplish when we never give up on them, on ourselves, or on eachother. And it is also true that to live with this sort of unwillingness to cease until finding satisfaction is never an easy task, but certainly an admirable goal.

And today, I'm ready to be admirable.


(These thoughts inspired by the help of Brian J. Ward)

Amid It All

Beauty flies through my window kissing me behind the ear
with sweet scents of spring, life, alive, living...
Dancing. Moving me alfresco
The Greens of my skirt ballet
gracefully rising from skin to sky
Skin to Sky
As my body surrenders to the ground
Jaded grass awakening after a weary sleep
And it seems fitting
how my atire fits the Ground I lay myself down upon

"Excuse me, could I ask a few questions?"
(Life always demands us quick thinking.)
"Certainly...Lay down with me
We can laugh and pose responses
of Grand imaginings"
Humming voices make steady songs
In between long thoughts I speak
And Growing bodies hold on to the
Child who keeps the soccer ball at his feet
"What do you believe the dandilions would say
if they could speak?"
"Why, they would say, Those
Trees are the most Beautiful Mountains
we have ever seen.
They fall and dwindle
but then find Life in some hidden ring
Within the bark, some deeper root
Under the ground--they find Life
from jaded to Jade, from rust to Rose,
from withered to White, flowers of Life Bloom on trees long Barren
because they Believe with stability like a
Mountain, and versatility like a human
that Life's rhythm will repeat.
Those trees are the most beautiful when they fall
For us dandilions to see until we are all covered in Life
once lived
And then we let our petals fall, too."

Tossing and turning under blue skies amid
green grasses of life just born
Life snuck up on me to ask a question
And I answered what I thought I knew.
To my own surprise I was correct.
See, a dandilion already dead could never see
Canyons of eternity in trees.

The Cafe

I walked into the bookstore
And I entered a dance floor
Looking around like a child on a playground
Just woken up from nap time
Searching for my next adventure
Like tag and kiss, or marco polo
Any game of give and take would do

I walked around the bookstore
Moving as though it were a dance floor
Spinning around under arms of strangers
Open eyes reading smiles
Searching for a friend
Someone to salsa in conversation
Any move of back and forth would do

I walked through the book store
Leaving the dance floor
Daring to dream in the dark
Close tables, close faces
Small spaces between inviting souls
Words dancing scandal and adventure
In and out, I leave

I walked away from the bookstore
I found a better dance floor
My partner unchanging
Our hearts in steady tune
Searching for a greater resonance
Love coupling consistant faith
All that was given up has given back
And I'm still dancing