Planted

There are cracks in walls of stone,
There are pores in stiffened clay,
There are sunbeams streaming
through the darkest depths,
There is starlight kissing
the night queen awake;
Often,
you learn to breathe
when you are stifled,
You learn to bloom
where you're planted.
Space.
Freedom.
Growth.
Love.
It's all inside you.
It's all you.

The Knife

I felt something
slide through me -
the thinnest of blades
wielded with finesse;
if only you knew
that a blade of grass
could cut through
my heart,
would you still do that?
but you don't -
and so
I writhe,
I bleed,
I die a little,
and I grow;
now an oak
that I didn't know
I was meant to be,
when I was
just another
mute seed
lying still
in the fallow dirt
of my home.

The Spiral

Stuck.
In the same
endless
cycle -
an illusion
of heading
somewhere,
feeding
myself, and
the past;
fear
holds me
in orbit,
until
I excape
from it
every time,
into
nothing
and
everything.

In Hiding

In hiding,
I grow
and stay alive.

like a white rose
melts into the kosher snow,
like a drop of rain
slips into the ocean floor,
like an unborn baby
is held in his mother's womb,
like a dead leaf crumbles
to rest in its earthy tomb,
like the playful wind
slides between rustling trees,
like sweet nectar's held in
tight buds who open to bees,
like the majestic sky
lifts her veil to the night,
like the sky lark waits
to sing her song to the light;

I hide,
so that
in that hiding,
I can rest
into myself -
to grow,
to emerge,
with my gift
to this world.


In hiding,
I find my space
to grow,
and the
self-watered power
to love
and stay alive.