My heart like a folded rose
awaits morning to unfold.
The vast garden is quiet
only the leaves sing softly with the breeze.
When the sun crosses the threshold,
a thousand rose petals sprinkle the garden path.
My heart has finally opened
revealing the treasures inside of me.
The scent of the flowers intoxicate my eyes,
my lips still carry the taste of the last kiss of the night.
All I can do is to keep on giving,
peace comes with doing harm to no one.
Sobriety of the heart —
seeing the late afternoon light as for the first time
not comparing, not recalling.
Just taking in the beauty
Inspiration: the light this late afternoon.
The moon last night
a red bowl
traveling in the western sky,
filled with offerings
and empty all the while
ready to receive
— like my heart.
Inspiration: the moon last night.
I have a small hole
next to my heart,
just on the right of it.
It lets the light breathe.