crooked or straight
created from life..
past & present
join, intersect and form us..
binding us tight
What we hold near&dear
become our truths..
what we see, what we feel, what we believe to be real
Is how we deal..
it can grow us or
choices to be made..
It is ok and sometimes
it is right to live in the crookeds..
There will be no finding the straights..
For there to be a shadow
There has to be light
let your focus be on the bright..
Burgeoning, flourishing, alive..
each moment budding into a better person..
suddenly aware of how much life is in each moment;
lived or wasted by choice..
the trajectory of the moments changing..
sending me flying into orbit as I discover the many shapes of me..
My heart – a geometry of sorts..
Lines curves and angles all intersecting..
an arrangement of the parts of my heart all stitched together into a beautiful symmetrical love..
battered, bruised and chipped apart
but we are solidly rooted
grounded in love..
misshapen – with an unspoken beauty-
an inward badge of hope, courage and strength..
We stand strong
like the statuesque oak tree that weathers the storms –
as it creaks and moans in its’ twists & turns..
we -too- bend to the mighty winds – growing in wisdom, connecting and forming to other branches – until we are so solid – no force can shake us..
standing firm in our twisted stance – we are beauty –
catching the eyes of passersby
sharing feelings of great expectations and desires of hope..
You speak and the magic begins
The breath of your words enchanting
awakening me to such things I’ve never known..
every fiber of my being
hanging on to every syllable..
craving the melodic sound that is you
the most gentle calling of love
My soul hears you
My heart grows to you
My mind absorbing you
intertwine your hands into mine
Feel what I am
Be drawn in by the magnetic love that is you&I
Where I am weak
You are strong
When I am lost
You are found
Together we are one
Unending loving bond..