Making Flowers Grow

Your light wanted to lift
My tears to Heaven, one at the time,
But my grief was not ready to leave
And became rain instead,
Giving its lessons back to earth
And making flowers grow
And shallow lakes deepen.

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Resilience

In my life I have walked through fire,
Been burnt down to ashes to give nourishment
To another spring, to another Summer,
To beauty and first loves.
Perhaps we are all planets
Carrying a hundred thousands seeds of life
Within our resilience.

Born For Exploration and Discoveries

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Perhaps we are born
For exploration and discoveries
And not domestication and
Integration. Perhaps
It is not always about anchors
And ports, but about that deep
Blue sea daring us to think
That we are more than we are,
And that there are still mysteries
Out there waiting to be solved.

Lay down in a meadow of thistles

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I paced those same lanes, believing
they would make me feel as though
I belonged to them, but all they did
was lead my away, like they always
used to do.

Even back then, they were overgrown
with weeds, hiding me and
burning me at the same time,
but, oh how I wanted to lay down
in that beautiful meadow
of purple thistles.

I didn’t even feel the pain,
I just wanted the green of the ground
to reach my heart.

There was always that one path
that I didn’t dare take,
thinking back; perhaps
it was for the better.

I bloomed anyway, didn’t I?
Like a snow flower, I pierced
right up through that ice,
glowing untainted white,
even in all that sunless poverty.