Words written by a butterfly, beauty in simplicity.
“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up.
I stand upon mountaintops believing
that avalanches will teach me
to let go.
But I am here to learn.”
You’re only a poet if you show it
Mixing words with your verbs
Twisted all up with herbs.
Smiling high on them feet.
Eating cheese on the street
Spreading love through the beat
Of a sound so profound
Of abundance, be proud.
I look inward, not knowing
what I will find.
Waiting for something to emerge
that I may stand behind.
We need no shelter from the storm,
only a vessel that can traverse the form.