Feels so big to change.

And so hard just to begin

Let us now begin.

Tanks

If I imagine

Myself

As having different tanks

Like a car

That requires multiple different fuels

I have this tank

Of love

And another

Of acceptance

And another

Of purpose

And another of hope

I find that all the possible tanks

Are never all filled

And I might have to drain one

To fill another.

Do I ever get to feel

A day or night in that high dream

What it’s like to be

With all the tanks all full?

Follow

When I sing,

“I need you more,”

And my bones rejoice that truth

My mind can sense my heart is tense

Though longing after you.

Becoming Whole

To feel and think as if the same

And not to keep them far apart

To trust your gut, your mind, your heart

This is an essential art.

The Unexpected

There is a light in the dark desert night

I can hear the wind in the brush

I can feel the cold left by the fleeing sun

But there is a light in the dark desert night

And I will look its way..

By the lake

The lapping gentle waves ashore

Invite my heart to less not more

And as my heart accepts the calm

The peace seeps in a healing balm.

In this calmer state I find

The voice of heaven bleeding kind

The tears and panic fade away

And in this space the quiet lay

I do not have the answers here

But I have felt the grip of fear

And knowing just how cruel a foe

I will rejoice to see fear go.