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Cutting Down

What’s it going to take for us to believe in our own potential and resiliency? I think about the impossible feat of a tiny acorn becoming the majestic oak. Looking at that dinky seed in our palm, our mind would never believe it. Greatness? In this? Madness! But, yet, it is true. Somehow, that little seed undergoes miracle after miracle, rising a little more each day. Wilting perhaps, or even getting trampled upon. But this is the glory of nature, and the great wonder of the Universe. The inconceivable occurs every day. We, dear ones, are like this too.
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And what keeps us going? Faith.
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What keep us buried? Doubt, darkness, and staying in our little shells.
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I’m a recovering self-bully. The shit that’s come out of my own psyche in my own direction is downright cruel in many instances, and I share this not for sympathy because I know this self-sabotage is RAMPANT among damn near everyone I know. Even among the brightest Lights and the most gifted Artists and Leaders. Role models even!
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Enough! When did it become so normalized to treat ourselves so badly? When did we forget that inside of ourselves was the seed of an incredible Tree of Life, waiting to root down into Mother Earth and stretch our limbs to the Heavens? This is our Truth, and we must not forget it.
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I, for one, am so over not believing in myself. Because whether or not I acknowledge it, I will always have the capacity to grow that much. To GIVE that much (I mean, just think for a moment how much LIFE is sustained by a single tree.) We must not dishonor our own beautiful potential with harshness and criticism. Our work is to get quiet—watch and listen for what we ourselves need in nurturance to grow into our fullness and rootedness. And then do it.
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As a sapling in this Circle of Life, I see and honor each of you in your growth, your process, and your potential. I believe in you, and I pray you can believe in you too.
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Sending Light to all beings, Danielle

This is Grief

THIS IS GRIEF

saturday morning
deep breath
more tears
get up dizzy
back into bed
make love to every sad song
try again
two scoops of coffee
undone
stop everything crying
on the kitchen floor
rainbow fractals
on the cupboard door
never saw that before
thoughts about angels
and cardinals
and that damn church
that you loved
so much
and then how much
i loved you
your floral slipcovers
fat-free ice cream cups
and puckered lip kisses
on christmas
ask where you are
and hear the news
whispered
she’s there
but i’m still here
toes cold on december tile
deep breath
rise heavier but
a little more clear
this is grief
and today
she’s with
me

Trust in Us

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TRUST IN US
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i’m not afraid of you
take me inside
show me all of your fragments
and see how the light will dance
through your seams when you shine it through
hear how the heart song sings its loudest when it’s finely tuned
and know how just when the end of your rope is met with shaking hands
does the earth reach to meet your feet
despite how ungrounding love’s fall may seem
know that miracles only come from thin air
so take my hand and leap
trust in us
trust in me
and maybe this time
we won’t come down

Until The Question Fades

UNTIL THE QUESTION FADES
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staring out this window
paper moths flutter past the screen
crickets converse in a dialect i’ve yet to pick up
feeling nearly excluded
from this strange and beautiful place
thinking how i will never have
solace in knowing i’m right
in the choices i’ve made and am making
how the thing called happiness
is never unchanging enough
to derive this measure
because there is no measure
there is only this
right now
and i wish
god i wish
my trust was certainty enough
to make the wisdom settle in
to make it feel okay
make me okay
or even just help me breathe
a little more
every day
until the question
eventually fades

On Teeth

On Teeth
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Teeth.
For such a small fraction of our being they sure get a lot of our attention.
If only we gave the rest of ourselves as much care.
When was the last time you dedicated two minutes to clearing out the foreign junk that’s collected in your head?
Or took a pause to polish off the smudge of another’s hands on your heart?
Every morning? probably not.
Everyone and her mother shells out 5k to tweak and polish and strap those pearly ducks in a row.
Hours and dollars and aching agreement that in a mere 18 months we will be a professional and desirable podium, amplifying the twisted language we haven’t invested so much to arrange.
But then again, isn’t it strange,
That one glance at my crooked grin might bar a mate from knowing the very thoughts and heart’s tender space I’ve decided more worthy of my cultivation?
That I may never have the place to offer an explanation of all the winding paths and joyful glasses of Cabernet that have come to stain these faithful soldiers of mine?
This smile is proudly worn and beaten, standing guard.
Serving a larger purpose than a pretty presentation.
Man the gate.
Release my word with thoughtful regard.
Hold my tongue when my spite gets the best of me.
These I deem worthy of celebration more than just a tidy smile.
So while I’m giving my deck its morning scrub, I will tug on my heart’s strings to remind her that she is alive and well.
And I will name ten beautiful things more worthy of ten minutes than fixing these teeth of mine.
Because I believe
It’s the art within the frame
That is truly worth smiling about.

When You Fall in Love

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WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE 
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
symphony of wildflowers
some unfolding
one by one
while others spring alive
as soon as the sun
kisses their lips
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when you fall in love
it will be as a
river sings its rhythm
sad-songed and sweet
like bourbon swilled
in crystalline
a current of courage
a movement unseen
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when you fall in love
it will be as the
earth—unbreakable
knowing season
after sunrise
after storm
another day born
another day
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you are that symphony
you are that blues man
sitting on the stool
in a sunlight spotlight
knowing when the
moment’s right
all to do is
let go and
let your heart
sing you through
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because
when you fall in love
all the world will fall quiet
to hear you

Bullshit an Intuit

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BULLSHIT AN INTUIT

you can’t bullshit an intuit

she sees the desire in your smile

hears the truth in your sugar-coated lies

feels the ripple of your mood in a room

her ears ring when you’re only thinking of her

the corners of your mouth say more

than a dictionary of words, and she is fluent

a mortal translator turning your

stuttering slur into poetry

will you even pause to hear it?

she may tell your story before you do

you see, this woman feels you—knows you

she will bask in the glow of your love

or storm the gates of your iron will

so when you turn to reach

for the familiar deceit

retreat, quit

she’s an intuit

Home Is

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HOME IS
if home is where the heart is
i’ve found mine in many places
i’ve left a nest in
iron skylines
redwood rainforests
lovers from campbell to canaan
home is where i am
but also where i want to be
in a cluster of stars i swear i’ve seen
and in the damp sweet soil mother gave me
is my heart shattered and scattered?
or rather expanded,
encompassing hours of
ruffage and road?
perhaps home is not a place
but rather a state
beyond the surveyor’s tape
beyond the postmarked letters
or white picket gate
home is in knowing
our fate is in the hand
or rather foot-drawn map
of every step before
and even more
each to come
home is here
wherever we stand
welcome

Listen Here



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LISTEN HERE
my body
is my most sacred instrument
i will make love with her
make some kind of magic
make that sweet music
strum my ribs like tender strings
spread my limbs like angel wings
raise my voice to sing
my truth like a melody
’til life takes its last from me
no one can silence me
hold me back or keep me still
i refuse to gather dust
on the shelf of my bedroom
because someone else
never learned how to play me right
so if you’re ready
hold tight and listen here
i will take you as my student
teach you ’bout appreciation
of a woman
of a human
of the heart’s enduring beat
how to make ends meet
on sweet love
spare change
and common sense
for it always adds up
when you learn to count your blessings
and let me tell you
i am worth my weight in gold

ATTN: Women


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ATTN: WOMEN
have you ever stopped in wonder
of how incredible you are?
how within you is the seed of all that is?
how could you be anything
less than beautiful when you are
the breathing embodiment of creation?
i’ve had enough of the not enoughs
my fill of feeling less than full
these foreign thoughts couldn’t possibly be born
from something as divine as this body of ours
they will try to hurt you
they will say you are worth less
but you know you are more
call your power back to you
and with it watch your life unfurl
reclaim your name
woman
creator
lover
survivor
the future is female
and it looks a lot like you