Writing – Page 277 – Aubrey's Arch

Being misunderstood is the only way to live authentically, for real, if we continue to judge a book by its cover, we might wake up illiterate one day.

10.30.11

Pink Is The Color Of The Universe

Pink is the color of the universe We come into this world flesh and bare We exit this life in a gentle glare Dust we came and to dirt our bodies remain The color of love and the celestial plane above Galaxies immersed and the tone of our inner realm of myrrh To this pigment…

Do You Think It’s Warm?

I wonder what’s it’s like to die Is it like being born where everything is warm? Is it bright, is there fright? What do you think it’s like to die? Do you think it’s warm? 10.29.15

It’s like I can’t breathe until I get this off my chest. It is a poetic strangle of immense war, then rest.

8.27.13

Yoga As A Type Of Dream

Dreams of a lifetime only manifest in those who see belief as a means of hope to cling to a Creative Force as great as You 6.16.15

Nurturing Yoga Teacher

Sometimes I feel I’m the only writer who 〈works〉 This 〈day job〉 hurts I work my ass off 〈each week〉 So nights and weekends I can teach 10.26.15

Narrow Is The Universe’s Happy Hour

Reevaluate everything I’ve held so dear Reconnect to the notion I have nothing to fear This is this hardest thing I’ve ever had to do This is the narrowest road I’ve ever flown through My sight had wings so my flight took the lead I had every intent on manifesting your creed You led me…