The people who burn bridges to light their way are the same people who complain that they don’t have enough bridges to cross.
I help busy people do inner work.
The people who burn bridges to light their way are the same people who complain that they don’t have enough bridges to cross.
We were born needing care and we'll die needing care. But, let's not forget that what happens in between shouldn't be no care. For not needing care doesn't mean care is not needed. When more people who care show up living feels infinitely less unfair.
Sitting outside on a beautiful day the sun warms my skin as the wind playfully rushes by and in one cool sweeping grasp steals it before I can act It is then in but the span of a moment that I feel nothing neither warm nor cool not wind nor sun and my skin is dissolved into the world as the entirety of the world is dissolved into my skin How curious that I am reminded in but the span of a moment that stasis can be found maybe not permanently but in the spaces in between Where nothing is triggering but nothing is comforting either when wind finally arrives and sun touches down once again where all forces momentarily pause and take much needed rest before rushing again quickly to wherever they need to be next
The picture you paint in your mind as you read the words I arrange is the art we create together
The first Everybody knows of Dreams of Lusts over Forever plans for That reveals small pockets During hard to find time It’s the second The less talked about The less sexy The kind that happens From the confines of a chair That reveals entirety During time that's always been there
Don’t let the wind uproot you.
Let its best attempts
To topple, twist, bend, and break
Be the exact force you need
To shimmy your roots deeper
Into the very ground
It was plotting to yank you from.
Every act of creation
adds a drop to the tide
every compliment made from nothing
every thank you properly shared
every smile gifted to another
every work of art created with care
every loving embrace
every bridge made from here and there
adds a drop to the tide
that lifted us from down there
Every act of destruction
takes from the tide
every comparison made
every expectation shared
every frown imposed upon another
every opportunity for work, done without care
every embrace avoided
every bridge burned leaving some here, some there
takes from the tide
that lowered us from up there
From nothing to something
we are the creators of tide
From something back to nothing
oh, don’t you damn hide
It’s you and it’s me and it’s all of us together
creating and destroying
lifting and lowering
caring and not caring
that results in the tide that we
like it or not
all have to share