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

Deep Seeded

 

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A seed was planted long ago
Watered by the thinking
Some resentments hard to let go
Giving this seed living
Guiding its growth to the light
Pulled back by the darkness
Ego, hate, and selfish pride
Keeping this seed heartless
Time to go back to its roots
Find out what it needs
If we want to bear good fruit
Love and accept this seed.

Judge Me

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Judge the way I grow
Judge the way I shine
Judge me by my lack of grace
Judge my spoken mind
Judge the way I love
Judge me by my silence
Judge the way I lose myself
Judge all of my defiance

None of me is for you
When you judge
You judge you too

“I’ll Tell You What Freedom Is to Me. No Fear” – Nina Simone

Written for and Published on The Seeds 4 Life.

Oh, wildflowers. Ever notice how they bloom stubbornly? How they do not ask for permission to grow. How they do not compete for space. They reach through soil, through rock, through concrete. Adding life with colors with their fearless audacity.

The monarch butterfly. From the moment it spreads its wings, it ages rapidly. It dances with the wind while time plans to end the music in a possible 6 weeks. But the monarch dances. It kisses flowers and welcomes the instinct to migrate south so it may continue to dance with warmer winds. A courage blind to the certain outcome, but fully living feeling that breeze.

Then, there is us. Seeking the freedom to be who we are while being told who we should be. Staring at the horizon and preparing ourselves to take that first step. And although we may stand stall like trees, our roots we may take wherever we may go.

We are free to choose a direction and to tell our feet, “Onward.” And much like wildflowers, we do not need permission to grow. We are born free to do so. And much like the monarch butterfly, the winds of life welcome us to dance.

We are free to accept the invitation. Courageously. One step at a time. Liberated.

Removed

 

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A sunny day in Houston, TX from the Buffalo Bayou.

You see the mess
So far away
Assume it’ll never reach you
But then one day
It comes to say
Hello, I’m here to meet you

Your heart may feel
For a little while
The empathy appears
And then its gone
You’re back to dawn
Forgotten yesteryears

But what is real
Is lived by those
The mess on the other side
Without a home
No place to roam
Same dream when they close their eyes

So please remember
You may be well
But many may feel cursed
Be kind and show
Much love and know
The roles could be reversed