Sun God

We still worship the Sun
after so many untold centuries
because it is the god we can see
because it is the god we can feel
Rays of light nourishing life
Rays of light warming our skin
When sunlight breaks through
grey skies we rejoice at this
simple act of strength

Unconditional Kindness

There have always been
            will always be
those who prey
on kindness
as a sign of weakness
How sick
does one have to be
to see the full measure
of open heartedness
as weakness

True-

weakness does exist
in us but only as
brutish strength
that believes
itself entitled
to everything

Do not fear yourself
You are as nature wishes
Beautiful creature

To Rise

I will rise 
because there is still
life in me

I will rise 
because my will 
is strong

I will rise 
because I must

Your heart is
Liberated territory.
Defend it with
All your might. 

Moment of Honesty

How scared of the truth am I?
Am I truly in fear of it?
My vices and shortcomings
       make me feel unworthy.
I drown my fears of lack of control
                                       into hazy stupors
                                              that leave me dazed by dawn.
I look at my reflection and turn away.
I feel shame in this skin.
I feel it's shortcomings acutely
                       and at times
                                  feel unable to change.
I live like this.
                       My confidence feels all too fleeting.
I am writing this because this is the voice of criticism
                                                                  that I live with.
It is the voice telling me I am unloved,
                      telling me I am too fat,
                      telling me I am weak-willed,
                      telling me nothing can change,
                      telling me I am going to die alone,
                      telling me that the art I create is a fool's errand.
I gave it voice today
                                 so I could say this:
You are wrong.

Natural Strength

I am the water. 

I the river flowing through.

From here the bears feed.

For Fresa

aching parts
wishing to break

their continual function
obstinate strength

blood and marrow
muscle and bone

the imperfect tick
of my fragile 

metronome

Don't let weakness

stake a claim

in you.