There is no longer space for rushing, powering through, chin up, or other dishonest ways—pretense and pretend, concave heart.
Category: Soil
Cascading Diamonds
Stars flow between our sealed kiss. My tears fall, cascading diamonds over valley and curve.
The Gift of Rosa
Her pink crown of flowers slips over skull, cascade of beauty and bone. Santísima Muerte Rosa. Her watchful gaze—You asked to love yourself.
The Gift in the Exodus
The gift is hidden in the exodus—freedom, spacious wandering, dreaming past all I’ve known. Bigger plans, endless creativity, closer to Him, blockages dissolving. I run to meet You. I am ready.
Murmurs in the Dark
I give it all to You. All that I cannot control, all that I cannot make turn out for good, I give it up to You.
Jasmine on the Grave 