Tag: poetry

winding drive

winding drive is this all there is to it? black to black struggle to emerge from the womb struggle to know from the forgetting struggle to seek from the chaos struggle to love from the mind struggle to survive from the machine struggle to let go from the having wanting needing empty so much more…


emergence

emergence

again and again
you wash over me
surround and
drown me…


rivers

it never stops
though sometimes
it’d be easier
if it did
for a few breaths
but that isn’t the truth…


sitting by the abyss

stay long enough and she reaches into you…


of spirit and resolve

i do miss the rain
but i do love the sun
what’s with me again
was never undone

storms come and go
moving earth moving dust
the flesh doesn’t know
in what feelings to trust

i do miss the rain
but i do love the sun…