The clouds caress
the mountains and kiss
the sky
The ember glows,
waiting
for your breath,
for the smoke to rise and
the flames to ignite your unwritten song.
Sing.
Sing into the wind and be carried on the clouds.
I don’t know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can’t remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do reme
You are touched by the whole world, as you are. You need neither permission nor to be healed to be held. When healed, though, and in the act of healing you begin to feel that touch, those tendrils of