IF you knocked on. My door how long would you Knock before you gave up a second or a minute or a hour or hours? And would I let you in and how long would you stay a minute or a hour or more? Before you walked out the door and out my life again?

We walk this road everyday. We watch the birds peck for food, We discover the red insects heading home, We pet all the dogs we know And we talk to all the cats that follow. But today was different. Today we looked up, And star struck wonder we knew. For today we saw - A sky peeking through clouds of trees, Glittering day stars twinkling away The sun finding it hard to see you and me Falling leaves cousins to snow and hail. Today we walked under a canopy of trees, Transported to a place of extra peace of utter tranquility. -M.A.

deep in the hollow sits the Queen unmoving her word is the hearth-fire her name is the binding oath all walls are raised to amplify her breath cell upon cell, the hall is woven a murmur here, a shout there one reed bends, many reeds hold no storm tears the roof we name no warrior of the swarm strike the wall and the air grows sharp they wake without bidding; they guard without sight they ask no question before the teeth, the buzzing comes a deep vibration drone felt in the gut a drum that silences thought bring flame to the hall and the hall bites back the woods give it wide berth, it is not a falsehood

The days I looked for rain clouds became dry So I never had the chance to water my roots Is there another solution to keeping my foundation strong without the essentials to keep growing? I'm afraid of not being able to remain stable as the wind directs me in its own way and one shot at life is all we get Who can I reach out to if my branches are short in length and every leaf that falls off becomes somebody else's problem Is there anybody to blame? Or was I a seed tossed into nature in the wrong season

the bell no longer rang its harmonics faded the resonance frequency no longer guiding the narrative Pavlov’s dogs sat patiently for their master’s voice neither barking nor whimpering waiting waiting never realizing reality caught up to the story the fragility of lies spun by spiders whose web was drying unanchored, drifting as the wind changed the dog's tail unmoving

my cille smells of pine no censer can aspire the floor layers of needles, bones and leaves wings flutter on the branches arches holding up the sky Raven flies between the forests Bear awakens deep within the apse the Word is a song of place and time and no place and no time drink of the life force from the long chalice flowing water with memories which flow shallow above and deep below i am not alone my bones are these stones my flesh the softness of birch in youth my breath the vapour of clouds my veins the strength of roots

My room is a mess, but so is my head. So is my schedule, my grades, my life, and sometimes I wish I could just be dead. The voices getting way too loud, they never failed seeking around. The tears keep falling and falling, and the pain is only growing. A little hope is what's left, still breathing softly in my chest. It flickers weak beneath the weight, yet somehow finds it's way through a small gate. Maybe tomorrow won't be kind, maybe peace is hard to find. But if this light can barely stay, I'll guard its spark another day.

a long breath in stillness the wave of love and healing over the wreckage painful time does not heal feelings never leave you antithesis the window opens the sun shines fresh air graces the moment memories no longer control the present in this moment all things are possible again including accepting love

i placed a wish in a wren's wing released it to the sky my Seeker to the stars flew instead inside of me and whispered away a lie there is no time and space no distance to a sun like an aspen forest what you see as many is really just the One.

immanent non-transcendence of vacuous virtue i await the injection of your saccharin a cheap substitute that feeds me so i don’t have to eat myself i claim meaning for myself as if i am the sun rationality of the spirituality of me fragility of my self-divinity structural eminence plurality of reality where if something can be anything; it is nothing the spirits we chase reflect ourselves stewing in our hot tubs of moral superiority on the cusp of belief and non-belief nihilism