A rainforest
Soaking in
Air thick moist
Beauty prickles
The skin
Abundant growth
Above and below
Every nook
Covered over
A place for every
Living thing
For every falling
Another grows

A rainforest
Soaking in
Air thick moist
Beauty prickles
The skin
Abundant growth
Above and below
Every nook
Covered over
A place for every
Living thing
For every falling
Another grows

Not until absence
Impresses
Cold and dark
Faint light
Stark
Silent weight
Until morn
Happiest endings
Followed by
Glorious dawn
Never knowing
In still life
Sun's direction
Setting or rising
Only known
By watching
Flowers closing
People settling
Creatures stirring
Streetlights shining
In the dark
A spotlight shines
Replacing sun's rays
Reminding of what
Lies instore

Shedding my skin
Vulnerable again
Fragile thin
Barrier between me
And my self
Coarse exterior
Whittled away
Leaving marks
Of time
Impact of place
Forever upon me
Tattooed beautifully
To observe
Life in diversity
Shaped by forces
Minute and magnificent
Bearing down on me
Degree in resilience
Within me

‘This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce: wonderment and a delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all delight.’ – Plotinus
From ‘My Year of Living Vulnerably,’ by Rick Morton, p.153.
Even if a lion had words
We would not have a clue
What he'd say
Lives separated
By fate
A multitude of meaning
To relay
If only love
Made a way
Hopping islands
Walking wilderness
Feeding favourites
Meeting tribe
Soaking memories
Sitting silence
Staring sunrise
Words are limiting
Pain fades with time
Feelings too real
To describe
Love language
Of mine

Seven score and fifteen
Since the day
Dared to reclaim
Blindfold fell away
The world is a scarier place
Yet wide, vast as the sky
When pulling opinions
Down from on high
Meeting all the faces
Damp lit street and dark
Being one with them
Hitting the mark
All the things refrain
Are real for us
All of life
Abounds in us
Are we alone
Divided by love
Of mythical tree
A new year's eve
Glorious garden grows
Its beauty renewed
Breathtaking view
for Lili

In the land of Oz I've walked these streets Paved with gold Priceless wares Federation facades Heritage shades Inked pinked bodies Stand out boldly A heart grows fearless Sitting in places Undeserving spaces Unfamiliar faces Speaking into the chasm People's lives unfolding In one moment Tones waves uniting That heroic soul So rare and pure Timid and unsure Held open the door

Air thickens
Time fades
Breath holds
Sounds evaporate
Sight blinds
Mind wanders
Tongue loosens
Sense undone
Heart won
Compass spun
Cheeks tighten
Shoulders sigh
Smile resides
Inviting
Being lightening
Just arriving
Passing through
With you

One will come and go
Before the other
But for now
Stronger together
Sidling by admiring
Strength of the first
Supporting the next
Lives intertwined
Feeding housekeeping
Inhabitants
Generations of young
Even once gone
Secrets they keep
Forecast from above
Scenic views
Growth progress
If only trees could speak
The wisdom we would hold
From standing still
Those still standing

To hold
First oneself
Hold onto dreams
Embrace them
To hold
Their memory
Always there
Without them
To hold
Light horizon
Moving forward
Never alone
To hold
Knowledge is sure
Love held lightly
Never owned
