What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn
A Seattleite born in Rhode Island | Pronouns: He/Him
What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn
I stand on the edge
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p style=”font-family:"”>Tumble into each other
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p style=”font-family:"”>One foot in yin
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p style=”font-family:"”>The other on yang
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p style=”font-family:"”>Stars dance around me
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p style=”font-family:"”>As I await the sun
There’s so much beauty

Deep in outer space
Great power bending the light
As I gaze at rain
There are days we dread
At least I can see them come
These dark clouds moving

His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.
Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.
Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.
Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.
Such randomness within in my mind.
Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.
I reject the paradigm of rage
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p style=”font-family:"”>Then magnify it all
The louder you shout
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p style=”font-family:"”>”Generosity”
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p style=”font-family:"”>Deception within your heart