All That’ll Be Left….

We look to the future
With thoughts of the past
Assuming what’s present
Is what will last
Take the chances
Dance in the rain
Today will fade
All that’ll be left….
Are the memories we make

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Everything

“I don’t come from much…”

You come from the dry desert
And summer rains
You come from tree canopies
And sun rays
You come from wild flowers
Through concrete
You come from daylight
At midnight’s arctic
You come from the color of leaves
In the hills of fall
You come from deep oceans
And the wave’s call
You come from thunder rolls
And lightning strikes
You come from the new moon
In the night sky

You, my beautiful one, come from
EVERYTHING

I AM YOU ARE

I am not here to teach you
Life will do that
I am not here to judge you
You will do that
I am not here to take from you
You will give that
I am here to see myself
In parts of you I discover
I am here to find myself
In parts of you I do not understand
I am here to heal myself
In parts of you I do not accept

You are not here to teach me
Life will do that
You are not here to judge me
I will do that
You are not here to take from me
I will give that
You are here to see yourself
In parts of me you discover
You are here to find yourself
In parts of me you do not understand
You are here to heal yourself
In parts of me you don’t accept

 

Fleeting

 

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Here’s the thing….
The feeling is fleeting.
That darkness we fall to.
Keeping us.
It’s not.
Make it another minute.
Let go.
So we may realize
The sun will set to give way to another sunrise.
Every day, Every time.
The feeling is fleeting.
It will come….and then it will go.
Just make it another minute.

 

“What the Caterpillar Calls the End, the Rest of the World Calls a Butterfly” – Lao Tzu

A final piece Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life . 

Evolving. A seed becomes a tree. The ocean becomes rain. We become a heartbeat. It all begins, ends, and evolves into another life of its own.

Once a seed breaks through darkness, it reaches for the light and grows.

Once the ocean welcomes the sunrise, it lifts itself towards the light and celebrates the meeting of air and water.

Once the mother labors, the heartbeat is born into the light to grace it with its presence.

On the other side of darkness, lives the light. On the other side of an ending, lives a new beginning. And whatever WE call the end, may very well be a beautiful evolving into a new beginning.