You could be sitting so still
writing one poem/meditating
all while so many dimensions of life exist
who am I? How is my being? How am I living?
making my home? who and How do I love?
my obsessions, my family+ life’s work
Like my patchwork quilt
layers deep
interconnected by one spirit
sewed by many strings
knotted in magik
growth + expansion this ever changing life
full of incomplete obstacles
stretching all limits of mind + body
beyond belief working at the core of all you ever were
adding to the potential of all that ever will be
even when life is at a stand still
the rivers continue to flow
adding to the mass of ocean
a collective conscious
even as I collapse in my hammock +sleep
to the nights sounds/sky
with nothing between the divine universe +I
she reaches out and calls to me
caressing my obsessions
as I lay waiting for my wishing stars
