Barely touching the ground

I am a tree growing up-side down

My crown barely touching the ground

Just enough for little frightened birds

To seek shelter under from the eagles.

I am a tree growing up-side down

My roots securely fastened above.

But it is so far away…

It is unfair, I have realized that now,

Comparing all love to the one I am planted in.

No one will ever live up to it.

Maybe that is why I will always be just a little bit lonely.

They all say I am an Angel…

It rains when I cry; stars come out when I am alone.

Maybe that is why they mistake my leaves for wings.

But I am a tree growing up-side down

And I sprout beautiful flowers in the spring.

Otherwise, why on earth would I be here?

But don’t you realize… when you touch me…

Your touch reaches further than you think

And when you make me cry…

My tears come from somewhere far away…

So be gentle, be kind, and accept that I might always be

Just a little bit lonely… even with your arms around me.

I am a tree growing up-side down

My crown barely touching the ground

Just enough for you to reach

When you stand

on your toes.

From a fallen leaf to a Rose petal

You say you are afraid of losing consciousness

Every time you close your eyes you disappear

From the world into darkness.

You say you are afraid of being conscious

Of your own beating heart and human breath

Ephemerally moving to fall.

But have you ever considered that within

The same quiet darkness,

Within the same stream of consciousness

A seasonless awareness flows effortlessly

Remembering every moment you held

Where every breath rejuvenated

A new spring destined to make you flower

From darkness,

Giving form and color to the most

Memorable season of all:

Your beating heart, your human breath.

Moments you touch with your fingertips,

Touch them with wonder, not with fear.

They are the hands that will

Rise you up from the dreaded motionless river

That made you and that will remake you

From a fallen leaf to a rose petal

In the quiet darkness you carry within.

The Mystic’s Dream

A mystic dives into the clear

summer sea through garlands

of seaweed he sees

a navel of eels

spiraling upwards.

He pauses his crafty strokes

and ponders the meaning of this.

The sun flashes through his

humming ears and sharks

pull at his sorcerer’s cape.

A word immerses his thoughts

and the pit is pulled from

underneath.

He drowns with the hungry

sharks until there is no more

of his mind to eat,

and is left to circumnavigate

the sun from the surface

under the deep,

reflecting the movements

of the upward swimming

eels.

Dione

Hope is fast approaching.

A moon, pregnant with tears, tunes out.

The sky is a network of long narrow depressions of light.

Soft chuckles and footsteps depart in an exclamation

of dawn stills the laughter.

But you were the belle of the ball,

spinning streaks of your sunny eruptions

on their icy cheeks.

Announcing your name in slow motion:

Dione… Dione… Dione…

Tear-bringer, daughter of the sea, mother of love.

Gaia. Home.

Nothing can do you harm

Search for the look in your soul’s hidden eyes

and let the spirit take you into its arms.

If you exist parallelly in this realm,

nothing can do you harm.

Flightless Angels

We are all flightless angels made to live out our lives on the ground.

Many of us spend a lifetime searching for our wings,

not quite comprehending how else to satisfy our inherent instinct

for ascension.