Connection

Sometimes

Sometimes I can block out
the noise, fodder and distraction
and hear that inner voice

who tries to say her lot
always calm and gently
It often disappears under the rumble.

Her voice is rooted in love
and always looking out for my wellbeing

when I stop ruminating, interrupting,
habitually filling the awkward silence,
I free the inner me

out of the cage of silence and past hurt
out of the chamber of iron and thorns
to express utter knowing and passion

when did being authentic become so scandalous?

Connection

Where do I find the sacred?

Connection

Can I be okay with the silence?

Connection

My inner light

Connection

Mistakes

Connection

Crossroads

Connection

It’s a dance

Connection

Together Always

Connection

Seawater Spray

Connection

the way of love – a poem to Jeff