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The Forest

As I entered the forest 
My feet gained an uncanny rhythm
Crunching below the surface of a hundred years
The snow intermittently tracing the way

It was a cold presence that surrounded me
Though there was a fire inside my body
That was eager to recall the people that crossed this path
Recalling memories by the fresh water spring

These memories were so vibrant
As if my grandmother was still here
Bending over to catch the trickling water in her milk carton
Embedding a confidence in me about natures truth

This was a time of reflection
Witnessing the instilled values of this land
The animals that roamed freely
Fish that made home in the heart shaped pond

The winter here brought such clarity
As I sat by the fresh water spring 
I was eight years old again
and an image of my grandmother picking nettles arose

We were deep in the forest
Listening with intention to her knowledge of herbs and plants
Returning home to bask in our glory
Large cartons of blackberries and raspberries lined the tarnished kitchen table

The clarity I received
Filled me up with love and respect
For the arduous labor and sacrifice 
The endless commitment

My mother grew up on this land
and I wanted to know her then
I wanted to go back in time
and see her free, dancing in the front lawn 

My grandfather built the family's home with his own bare hands
Putting his destiny into every slab of wood
and brick he laid
A fortress of his own making

Part of me wanted to stay here forever
Though I knew this was just the foundation
A testimony to the lineage engraved in my soul
Pushing me to challenge, create a new

My roots had wings
Just as my grandmother did when she fled Europe
Believing in a life 
Initially unseen and unheard

I will call on this strength
For its power remains
Revealing itself
in the depths of the forest

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Freedom Land

On that day of freedom
These mountaintops couldn't speak any louder
Reaching the peak was rare
But I knew what was on the other side

One foot was at the bottom
the other at the top
Searching for their alignment

Snow capped fury
Endless worry
That only stopped when I did

I was eager to draw the line
Beaming with glorious release
As the same language was spoken
On that day of freedom

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Man In the Cafe

The moment I saw his face

My body cringed with grief

As the man asked me what I was doing with my coffee cup

I answered in sheer terror of no other way out

Fearing this person's intentions



I told him I was attempting to take a photo

He eagerly offered to help me

And as much as I didn't want him to

I accepted his radical interest



Do you take photography?

No, he replied

As he began to show me a video of a mystical light shimmering in the sky

over and over again



My eyes kept glancing down in perfect unison

Gazing at his fingertips as they softened over a cigarette

Eagerly awaiting his tattered lips

As he recited his life story to me

in a helpless fashion



I desperately awaited the moment where I could be at peace again

Capture the photo that I wanted

and sip my beverage

in quiet contemplation



I couldn't surpass the large grey circles under his eyes

His sense of loneliness and confusion

Hiding behind a facade of optimism 

Heart attack stricken



When the picture was finally captured

I felt stone cold and bitter

Feeling everything and nothing all at once

For this man ignited a part of me I never wanted to face



Memories of sadness and loss

Times of struggle

Having too much empathy

and not enough courage to say no



Through my blank stare

A sea of emotions were navigating through my body

and I was able to witness

my desire to free them all

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Patience

This dance has a name

Its called patience

Patience in my mind

Patience in my soul

Patience in my body

 

It reminds me that it’s okay

with it’s gentle sway

Never too upbeat or ecstatic

 

To be unresolved

Is to feel the deep roots of incompletion

Having compassion for what’s left to unfold

So many experiences not yet lived

 

My fear of the unknown

want it’s all now

To define the undefinable

For the past can’t be re-written

and the future can’t be assumed

though, the current moment can be cultivated

 

Each passing breeze

Reminds me I’m alive

More awake than I’ve ever been

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The Buddha Picture

There was a picture of Buddha behind him
That heightened my first impression
It somehow seemed symbolic of his soul’s deepest desires
Symbolic of the utter restlessness yet security that his life represented
A simple guy
Yet highly dogmatic about the turning of our times
A bit morbid for me
A bit morbid for us

I longed for the moments when silence struck
Whether in the bustling city or secluded at the coast
To gaze into his eyes and ignite something
Something neither of us felt comfortable speaking about

My hand brushes through his reddish hair
Slightly adding to the messy fringes that were astray
There were no words to say
Words interrupted our natural rhythm
Of an otherwise peaceful connection
No need to define this divine selection

Expectations open the door for conformity
That which we repel
Yet neither of us can stop this vicious cycle
The past making headway where it doesn’t belong
The future lying dormant in our dreams
Just when I think he’s a stone cold sinner
He cradles my face with his hands and softly brushes the sand off of it
Grain by grain

As the arguments become more frequent
I look for the happiness in the smallest of places
In the tiny fragments of our eyes
As they lock in perfect unison
The touch of our hands
Full of a magnetic energy that I try to deny

I knew why his face was so sad
Why tears came streaming down
but not of my own creation
For a gentle smile would let me know that everything was okay again
That we would survive the pettiness that struck our core
That caused misunderstandings with no erase button

I’m not sure who you are
Some days I’m not certain I want to know
Yet something keeps me awaiting your voice
Awaiting your embrace
As I recite the words in my head that seem impossible
That seem to surge through me without choice
I choose to accept the undying fate
As I silently whisper….

Goodbye

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Beautiful

She’s beautiful

The way she smiles

Her lips signifying safety

Questioning yet calm

Taking you to the ocean

Where she strokes your silky brown hair

Tattered from the salty air

She whispers in your ear

Telling you her secrets

Like a rare crystal

It’s not a mask she wears

Just a heartfelt song

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I Love To Write

I love to write
To express
To find myself again and again
Through these words
These forms of expression
Creative trials
Far from tribulations
Because it's evident
That I'm rewriting narratives
Hashing out lines of craze
That could help me survive
Survive times of growth
Turning antiques into diamonds

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Because I Left

You would think I wanted to be alone

Because I left

I left on that sunny day in Boston

Sitting on the empty hard wood floor

With my head between my knees

You would think I wanted to be alone

Because I left

I left on that August afternoon

Until I arrived 3,000 miles away

Treading with doubt and regret

You would think I wanted to be alone

Because I left

I walked away from the promise of commitment

A commitment riddled with control

Abuse lined walls

You would think I wanted to be alone

Because I left