How can I not love my mother — when she carried me first in her body, then in her arms, and then for a lifetime in her heart. ~ Rumi ~

you said you were coming
you didn't respond to me all day
it was as if I was talking to a wall,
like you left your personality at home

you're very different now
i don't think you're interested anymore
your personality is a butterfly without color
i feel as if something is wrong

is it me? are you not happy anymore?
why do you do this to me?
you make me think that you changing is my fault,
but of course i'm there to take the blame
i always am

The world is quiet
I'm trying to forget.
my heart aches,
like I was stabbed
perhaps betrayed.

I'm broken
and never healing right

Dark and frozen
and rarely feeling bright.

i look for you in everyone
like a moth looking for light
i am the moth ,
you are my light

unlike the moth being able to function without the light,
i cannot simply function without you
everyone reminds me of you
i guess it's because i am looking for you,
but always find someone else

it always hurts when i realize i won't find you
still i try to because i am a moth and you are my light,
but now you are someone else's light,
and i have yet to find mine

Truly unruly.

It's profundity unravels
into the expanding universe

chasing it's own tail toward an
answer that won't be caught because
it's a question that moves too slow.

From time's beginning, or from the
paradoxical idea that we have invented
in a vain attempt to understand what a
beginning is, or could be, or was, or isn't.

Do you ever stop and think of these things? Of how
we have loved since "let there be" and have spent
all of eternity weaving into life from here and there
and everywhere in God and nature's beautiful dance
of unity and life which has caused us to be here, together.