Some days feel as though
I’m lying in a mud-pit
the world is drab and dreary
there’s no getting out
the mud slimes all over

Photo by Jason Williard (1981-2016); used by permission.

Darkness? That's okay.
Joy? Revel in it.
Uncomfortable? Let it be.
The pain comes in the struggle to be other than we are at this moment.

Photo by Author

A giant fir tree
stands strong and fierce
trunk trailing skyward
in a straight line
grounded into earth
limbs flying in the wind
but trunk stands steady
I felt that way once

Photo by Farsai Chaikulngamdee on Unsplash

Cycles
ebb
flow
inhale
exhale
expand
contract

I feel it coming
emotion building
pressure from the inside
molten lava at the core
aching for release
vibrates across the landscape

Old woman
body sags
eyes dull
hearing wavers
songs all sung
slipping off to sleep

Photo by Cedric Fox on Unsplash

If I lived in a world
where I didn't know
a willow tree as a willow tree
or sunflower as a sunflower
but instead

Here's to the dead *
Honoring those
who have gone before
To my mother
who taught me commitment
and dedication

Agreements with the self
too many made
not enough kept
leaves one distrustful
backed into a corner

Photo by Hanson Lu on Unsplash

What if none of it is real. What if the world is a holographic projection of the collection of our minds. We are pretty attached to these bodies and our stuff. But what if none of it is real.

What if we are mighty and playful and can be, do and have anything we want. What if global warming isn't real. Not as in, "they" are making it up. But as in we created it by our beliefs.