​Raindrops
Are teeny tiny reminders
That the clouds also weep
To the heavens at night 
That the ocean 
Also breaks its heart 
Over a love lost at sea
That the moon 
Also howls in agony 
In response to the lone wolf. 
We think human tears are all so powerful
But all they really are 
Are a message from the ocean
To never forget where we come from 
Be it from the heavens 
Or the ground below
We are water in all its emotional freedom
And we swim through life
Ever longing
Ever present
Ever remembering 
Who we once were.
It is said we are not a drop in the ocean
But rather 
An ocean in a drop
I say we are not an ocean
Nor are we a drop
We are water
We are here 
We are there 
And we are everywhere
Ever longing
Ever present
​Remembering who we once were. 

Rainbows are no 'mistakes of nature'
They're no 'tears of heavens' 
Or 'residues of pouring rain'
But rather - 
Rainbows are the brush strokes
Of the artist
When she is born
And roams free
in her new world: 
The world of AIR.
We must remember then,
That every breath we take
Is like our signature
On a canvas.
A canvas that is:
A life.
A life that:
​ART.

Send me an angel
Not the kind that believes in God
And no, not the kind that IS God.
But an angel nonetheless. 
One who can fly 
Even when it got no wings
One who can embrace me
Even though it got no body. 
What IS an angel then?
Or what is THIS kind of an angel, you may ask.
Well, to know one is to be one
So maybe tonight
I am wishing to become one 
Not to die 
Because that is sadly my predictable end
Whether I like it or not
But an angel when I'm living
Let me fly without wings
Embrace without body
And touch souls 
​Whenever wherever possible. 

Solitude.
A friend at times of need. 
A shoulder to cry on. 
A mirror to face when all is doomed. 

If I don't have you -
I have nothing.
If I don't find you 
I drown in a sea of people.
If I don't love you
I die hating you.

Promise me
You'll always be there 
When I need 
A good ole' glorious 
​Solitude. 

I -
Woman
At last 
No hesitation
No question
Of who I
am 
No more asking for permission
That's a girl's game
I -
Woman
At last 
Done asking others to give me a seat 
I don't need to sit 
Because I -
Woman
Have wings
I -
Woman
Have learned how to fly.

One day
When climate change has ceased its roundabout
And the great reef is eighty six'd
And humans will no longer give birth 
Something else will die:
ART. 

In a world where there is no life - 
There is no art. 
And that is the true sorrow of death.
The death to art. 
​***

The clock calls: ITS TIME
And I turn into 
A wrinkly aging pumpkin
One that has no more use 
Except to rot in an attic 
Of some has-been shop
With fashion that has long ago ceased to be fashionable
I, too, will parish like an old newspaper 
And future generations wouldn't even know what I was
Or that I was
Maybe a descendant long from now
Will reach to the attic
Dig up the old written words
And imagine a person such as myself 
A great great great grandmother
That was hardly great at all
Just a human that breathes until it stops to
Just a human obsessed with living forever
Knowing tragically well that fairytales don't come true 
Just a human
Nothing more
With organs and blood and failures
And skin that sags and voice that cracks
Just a human
Mortal
Mortal
Mortal
Fucking mortal.

​***

There        is
                             PEACE
When the eyes close
And the heart expands
Beating
    Beat      by     beat
To FEEL
Is to be
At     PEACE
Finally
Lastly
After     years      of living
In the blatantly
Rude mundane existence of
SOCIETY.

Life is a quest for     
                        Peace
In those little moments 
       When the eyes close
                 And the heart expands
                        And the breath keeps us keeping on
To life
Despite the brash         reality
Do not die when you are         awake
Just do not       live       a life of death
Like so many        drifters
Fading in the        wind
Letting time pass
                           On
And move
                           On
Until the end comes chasing.

Find      peace      in life
Live on while you are alive
And FEEL
There is no other way
              To endure
                        Pain on earth
                                 Suffering of the heart
                                              Loss and famine and guilt
There is      peace
If only we seek it
If only we greet it
If only we weave it.
​
Be        peace
Be at       peace
Be with       peace.

Hence the words:
Rest in peace.

Above all homes
And condos
And 5 star hotels
And the ditches
And the house on the prairie
There is only
One place I’d like to live in:
Myself.

The snail,
The turtle,
The clam
They know that prison is only in the mind
And so is home
So is home
I wear my home on my back
And in my heart
The mind stores my prison
One doesn't know home
​Until they leave it.