no plans were made. no dates were set. no new conversations were had. no times were set. no preparations were made. nothing was set in stone. yet you came. you are coming. life

this rope is breaking i can feel it still i hold on to a rope weathered by worry and doubt by fear and uncertainty for they are the only things that frequent me

i want to know home, climb its staircase and open its cabinets, wash its windows and open its blinds, unlock its safety and close off abandon i wonder, do the floorboards creek in

trees sway in no breeze no gust or sweet push where has wind gone out of a body once so full it has found no home from whence to blow yet these trees

All spilled out Emptied and void Taken and given in the same breath What is left? when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i

how does the wind know where to blow? who showed the ocean how to dance and greet? when did the trees learn to bow? who gave birds the knowledge to soar? how did

Connection route Some are meant to be broken Some merge new possibilities Others are reminders of hurt Leading us over obstacles Guiding us through struggles We never seem to take the ones that

these pieces look to me for direction. positioning themselves where they feel they belong. square edges don't fit in round corners. smooth brushes against rough. something is out of place. while another is

the ground not as uncomfortable as expected. pieces of a story lie about. sometimes catching a breath of a passerby and dancing on the clouds. a short distance covered by a single breath.

tell me when does a word turn into a pen? an open mouth a seventeen lined poem, a thought a fifteen page paper describing what a mess my mind is and how I

who gives and takes away; who tells the portion where it should go, when to lessen its load   when to release in full, where it shall land and where to remove. who gives

to follow is to listen. placing trust in the voice and in the one before you. have you any hope in what they say? have you any questions; looming in your mind; enchanting

I AM your rest draw near and I will provide. I AM your trust confide in me and I will answer. I AM your peace make known your cares and I will comfort.

in the inner man a sweeping a draining a purging in the inner man a mist a sprinkle a downpour inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness