From the west, I'd fight
for poppies and lupine
fine lines written on gates
locks of love & death
waterlilies and wild irises.
I vow to fight the good fight.
I'll host a shindig, a rumpus:
A tussle for love and peace.
xo
It's downright amazing to live in a world and time when, within moments, one can walk into yet another unfiltered morning. Instead of witnessing pain, suffering, and broken windows, you are taken down in awe and thanks. For this time, you live in the silence of what the world wants most. It is lush, soft, ancient, and yet also new. You carry it within for as long as possible. The spell will break, you will break, the world will break again. And again. But still it's there, right where you left it, a world full of hope and beauty. xo