Fish Out of Water

between
sky
and
water
is a place
I like to be

fringes
are spaces
between
impending struggle
and tarried freedom,

a tight-rope dance,
where a fish
learns to be
not a fish
out of water,
but a bird with gills
who can surf and dive
into sky and sea.

Between Worlds

a butterfly
unfurls
her fairy wings,
waking up
forgotten flowers,
flitting between
two worlds -
encased
in the freedom
of what's real
and what's a dream.

Life's Like That

life's like that -
things fall apart
and come together,
over and over,
like imperfect floaters
in the light of my eyes,
there now,
not there now,
and I learn to play with
or ignore them,
to make room
and look beyond
to what must be seen,
what is always there,
in the space between;
for life's like that.

Sky and Water

 Sky and Water

and when I looked into
the space between,
the silence,
the emptiness,
the infiniteness,
where nothing seems
or has ever seemed
out of place,
I think of two friends –
Sky and Water
who are together, yet apart,
changeless, and yet changed
as they follow their course
and mirror their stories
in the space between

and beyond.

Between You and Me

Between you and me,

Silence -

she speaks 

a thousand words.

Between you and me,

thoughts flow like poetry -

stories of ancient forests,

songs of a writhing heart,

whispers of tiffany dreams,

smiles of innocent hearts.

Between you and me,

darkness grows wings

to traverse the many miles,

between two vagrant souls 

wrapped in warm tenderness,

with nothing left to hide.

Between you and me,

Silence -

she rests for a while,

before she comes alive.

The Arrival

the door is open -
I sit by it and wait...
for nothing,
and everything;
for the coming
and going;
there is darkness
and there's light, sometimes;
there is despair
and there's hope, sometimes;
strangers, friends,
love and hate;
and in the silent space
between,
I wait...

In the silent space between....

like the ebb and flow
of the timeless tides,
and in the silent space
between,
a fountain of love
is birthed
in the pregnant pause
between
feeling empty and full.

Between

between

birdsong and Bollywood,

stillness and busyness,

being and doing;

between

sunrise and sunset,

dreams on wings and

a heart rooted in love,

is a beautiful place to be;
between

thoughts at war, 

but held with love,

I am here.

I am alive.