Original Thought Credit: Tasha Cobbs Leonard, “I’m Getting Ready”
Tag Archives: Certainty
Avoidant
The usefulness of tears
Like goodtime words
During midnight promises
Overrated, I promise
Necessary, nonetheless
When human tendency
Atom energy
And Universe certainty
Collide
Mist Unknown
Should we leave
Into the ministry unknown
Fine day or misty
Knowing
Our thrill lies there
Fearing
Sediment building here
As brain fog
As ankle chains, of sorts
Hearts at risk, lives at stake
Apathy and anarchy abound
Should we stay
Orchid
Which questions to answer
Which ones to watch answer themselves
Whether to rush to pursue
Whether to just let truth bloom
I am certain, though
I am manifesting, now

flowerless
…and as the smoke rolls away
And a new fog-like mist emerges
And I leave all who is Home to me
Tell me there’ll be sun today….
Certain Genus
Find me in the reedy, agonizing greens and violent violets I never thought would hold my wings again.
Breathe with me, I beg you, as I flail, purposely so, deciding between the strange new Summer air or the viscous depths that would welcome me.
Pray for my soul, please, that the beautiful others, lost or prowling, don’t know I’m a threat or delicious at all.
Trudge
Plowing through the wonder of if
The if only, the what if
The excitement and heartache of if
The I won’t give up on the if
The I do love you, not the if
Bulldozing down doubt around if
Fess
Can I admit
I lost
I am lostThat as such
Can I say
I find
I am foundSuch is this
Own Time
To know my sinew
To trust my heart
To love my clear green eyes
The finest treasures, these I will give
So my friend won’t get lost
unnamed well
What is this like
To profess and proclaim
An adoration
Into a listening nowhere
What do you call that
The certainty swimming
The swirling unknowing
Words on invisible ears
To the unnamed well return
Again and again find it cooled
What is this like
What do you call that
