Each word that slips
Through my lips is honey.
Lilac, lavender scented sweet.
In frozen prisms
From my mind
I see all
I feel all
I allow the thought to wash over me in waves
Spill into the yet unconditioned cracks
Seep into the depths of my soul
Until I speak, act, become, am…
I weave beauty into all that I do.
Like a spider I spin
Silver strands of silk
Woven webs scattered
Capture every inch of beauty passing by
Dancing on a clear winter’s morning
The reflection of self in another
a penny spared
a park bench shared
a random act of kindness witnessed
an unpredicted act
bird’s in flight
In full bloom
sweet green grass
steal strands of silver studded thread from the stars
a seamstress of life I weave
magic and mystery into all that I do.
I place upon my head
of unwavering inspiration and light
to guide my way
and as I go I sew:
scatterings of my joy, gratitude and peace
into the world
the reality that I create
the mundane transformed
so that all may come to see
that beauty exists
I flow and spill myself into all that I do
I am an unending ocean and I flood
the Earth in thought
myself in this sea of make believe
allow it to swallow me whole
as I seek wonder and enchantment
This is who I have become.
Who I am.
The more you seek beauty
the more it seeks you.
This is for my dear friend Erika.
May you find the beauty and inspiration that you are. The very same that you have evoked in me. x