Meditation 

there is a place 

with no face 

or no trace 

left behind 

a place 

in my mind 

that I am able

to find 

by closing 

my eyes 

for this is how 

I recognize 

that we are all 

more blind

with open eyes

than we may even

realize 

The kind 

I think that I may be in love 

The kind that is unexpected and terrifying and vulnerable and gentle and exciting and free

The kind that allows you to see the world through your best set of eyes 

With the clearest of vision 

The kind that reminds you that this feeling inside your chest and your bones that has been in a coma for much too long has finally been awakened 

The kind that allows you to see yourself from a new perspective because your are whole and you are alive and you are well and you are happy and you are loved and you are grateful 

The kind that we search aimlessly for and never come to find 

The kind that has now taught me that the reason we never come to find it is because we hardly ever look first, within ourselves for all it is we desire 

The kind of remarkably, extraordinary and liberating love that I have now 

With no one

But the one person I know with certainty deserves it 

Me 

Months 

June stares at me with angry eyes

For she is almost half way gone yet I have not made a mess of things the way I usually do 

Maybe she knows that May came to me with frantic hands, destined to be held and I had little to no hesitation filling the space in her sweaty palms

For April came and went too quickly, yet I still smell her in the air from time to time 

A sweet reminder that another year will come and she will always come around to age me once more until this life has had enough of celebrating my reckless soul 

Because March showed me that recklessness is almost key when approaching the crossroads of transformation 

February provided me with the utmost strength and though I have since been weak I have never broken again the way I did back then

And for this I am most grateful 

January I fell in love and she has shamed me for it ever since 

And thus the catalyst for June’s anger 

For she has tested me to see what I am made of

And so far 

I am made of wholesomeness 

I am made of fright 

I am made of consciousness 

I am made of light 

Even when months come 

And seasons go 

I am evolving 

Constantly 

In to someone 

You can never truly know 

For I am ever changing

In the madness 

Of the certainty

That often comes 

With having once been 

Uncertain 

The way


At times when I start to become lost in too many (sometimes negative) emotions, I remind myself of this view 

I go back to when, in one tiny moment, I was able to acknowledge and understand with clarity, the way we are all one 

The way this life is far larger of a concept than we could ever possibly begin to imagine, the way we all know what it is to feel pain and suffering in our own way but for some reason act as though our pain and suffering is greater than that of others 

The way we tend to forget that all heartache is felt the exact same way, it is what pains us and shakes us that we are different because perception is personal, it is not a shared lens 

The way we may not learn the first time, so we lean toward the fire a final time, just to see if maybe this time we avoid the burn 

The way, it feels to be awakened and enlightened in a split second 

The way I know we have all felt at one time or another 

Yet the way, we fail to integrate the spectacular view of awakening, in to our every day lives 

Those who leave 

I read somewhere once that the people who leave don’t matter as much as the ones who stay 

And I feel it necessary to argue with this 

The people who leave, they are the ones that have created the acknowledgement of the ones who have not 

They are the ones that create the pain or emptiness or bitterness toward any and all things beautiful and it is the ones who stay that make us see the beauty in this life again 

The ones who leave become the foundation of our strength because we can not attract a true tribe through weakness 

The ones who leave are the heavy foot on the pedal that gets us to start going, with force, toward all we are truly being called to 

The ones who leave remind us that even our best days see their end and the people who stay are the magic in each sunrise we are able to still witness because we haven’t given up yet 

The souls who leave us, never actually leave us

We are all eternally connected, we are all one operating as different parts of a larger source of energy that most of us are too fearful to try and understand 

But the truth in the matter is 

Even when you feel empty because someone has left you, know that this is almost, always a siren for the soul to be awakened in some small way 

Create lessons out of let downs 

Make dreams out of nightmares 

Let the ones who leave, go 

Allow the ones who stay

To see you grow and evolve 

Become the reason people begin to believe 

In loving those who have left

For they are the fire

In our soul 

That ignites by letting go

They are the reason

We transform