Days Eleven to Twenty | Three Lines for 30 Days

Day 11 |
To be reborn in a second is the compassion of something much greater than myself.
Who do we really think we’re protecting when we withhold a truth?
Rather to cry tears of pain in knowing versus tears of suffering from the wondering.

Day 12 |
Surrendering and shedding decades of how I was told it would be, should be, ought to be.
Chapters of a destiny written by another now charred by a new flame.
The dissolving membrane of shame reveals an eternal grace and yields to a passionate new scribe.

Day 13 |
Here’s to the broken heart, cracked wide open for all to enter, for all to leave behind, making space.
Your profound courage, passion and thirst to remain becomes the muse for it all.
A rapturous return with art to create, poetry to write and a deeper love to make.

Day 14 |
It’s not brave, it’s not extraordinary, it’s not special.
It’s possibly foolish and definitely irrational and likely regrettable.
But there you were and for a moment I thought I had no choice.

Day 15 |
Can I tell you a secret? I dreamt you decades ago.
The wisdom in your eyes, the graze of your hands, the scent on your skin, every precious inch.
Patience, pleasure and desire are my art, you are my muse.

Day 16 |
She has given us everything.
And yet an absence of reverence and gratitude from the majority.
A lesser energy would implode and swallow us all.

Day 17 |
Having a dream come true is an exercise in trusting like you’ve never trusted before.
Every metaphor about surrender, risk, failure and creativity report for duty.
When the colors appear brighter than you ever imagined you will know you are near.

Day 18 |
The sting of betrayal can leave a vicious scar if you let it.
The collision of pain, confusion, anger and disappointment may lead you far from your heart.
You go deep, you forgive, you heal, you pray, you grieve, you glean, you restore, and then you are delivered.

Day 19 |
I woke up and forgot your were gone.
Looking at pictures, finding old music and remembering the love and the laughter.
Then I found you, still in my heart. Always. Missing you.

Day 20 |
What is the word for the moment you are shaken to your core when you thought the hurt was behind you?
How can a person that knows so much about the human condition be at the affect of the wordless gesture of a stranger?
The bliss of ignorance tempts me today.