it's autumn poetry time.

And in the fall there are cozy candlelit rooms, autumn breezes, I wear blankets and write. A sweet friend inspired this, I am grateful for this secret collaboration...

-Birds in the wind-

let us fly through this vast sea, breathing in the ocean and watch the water's sparkle ignite the waves. the magic happens in the mix of the elements, the heart dreams and the dreamer sees the space it can be trusted to. for it will reveal only truths that spin and flicker, known only to the body, where the waves have settled and reflections find themselves again. 

for it is the vastness of the sea that revels in its sparkle. white space turned dark in the hallows of the deep blue depths. questioning the folly of this act abounds the mind.

astounds. the profound wonder of the heart.

but playful beginnings bring truth. Knowledge of self. Peace.

for is this not all what we seek?

and this wonder knows peace above and below water. the sinking is as real as this movement upwards that refracts outwards towards the birds. swept up and away they glide and glisten as their shimmering feathers coo in the wind. and there is silence. and in that silence, everything all at once. the bevels of sound and magic and wonder. it is silent and sound. it is peaceful and treacherous. it is alive and deeply rooted in the earth below. the bird still soars and knows it's dream is real.