poetry by others

And if you pray to stars then here is the infinite dance of light upon a shrine of rippling water.

Walking through the rain-damp grass, cool morning air startles me into being, and I realize how the news of violence against women has numbed me.

That’s the armor everyone put on
to pretend they had a purpose
in the world.

This world, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical, and more, to whosoever will think of it.

Hear how they encompass you always—breathing this blessing to you, bearing this blessing to you still.

Come new to this day.
Remove the rigid overcoat of experience, the notion of knowing, the beliefs that cloud your vision.