night
Darkness is swept in with the wind
Like mama sweeping her broom along the cobblestone
As the leaves and dust go rushing and tumbling away
The clouds stumble over themselves to welcome the night
Annointed
"Hey little princess"
(dabs some oil on my head)
"I picked you out from the beginnning!"
"Can I have some more?"
(splashes the oil til it drips down my hair, I giggle)
"You are set apart, for me, for me, for me..."
"I am yours..yours...yours..."
Learning Love
We met on the rock
In the room
By the river, in the grass
You often wear plaid when you talk to me
Something of warmth and adventure, I think that means
Usually you call me to sit
For a while
Just sit and hush, listen to the wind
I listen to the wind
Sit and hush, feel the sun
I feel the sun
Listening to the wind, feeling the sun
Wherever this is I'm happy.
Whoever you are, I think I love you already.
You know me? You know me.
I know because of the places you take me
They're always lit by the sun...sometimes only dappled
And they always include the sounds of the earth,
But muted, whispering, as if they're all listening to what we'll say
Most times, they are places of long lost imaginations, places where I've gotten lost before
And now we're getting lost again...
First I sit and look around.
You ask me what I see, hear, feel.
Rock, wood, dust, flip-flopping feet, the grass poking through the blanket, a breeze...
I identify each thing and my spirit rests
You must know my councillor, I joke
You smile
I smile. I think I'm the happiest girl in the world, I tell you
I'm very happy too, you say.
I feel safe enough, actually safer, to sit close to you.
Sometimes I lean my head on your shoulder and you brush my hair back from my face
Or you hold my hands in yours.
Once we just laid side by side with our hands beneath our heads and stared up at the sky. That was by the river.
Daughter, is what you usually call me. It reminds me of when my grandpa would call me 'girlbaby'
You always have something to say, something loving and affirming
Something I've heard before, but it means a lot more coming directly from you.
Usually you wait for me to talk first,
My spirit is so scattered and my heart sometimes heavy
It's hard for me to focus until I let all my distress fall out of my mouth
You've told me to write it down, you've told me to put it on the rock wall, you've told me to hold it to the light
And then you send it off, kick it down, and burn it up.
It's nice that my messes are as flimsy as papers
My favorite is when you turn them into doves, and send them flying into the breeze
Once you gave one to me
And reminded me of freedom
Fact, Again
feelsthesame
Andfindingithardtoexpresstheheartcriesintangeablereadiblelanguage
I don't think it's all that outrageous
To believe in love
