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A Dove in the Dark

This is a poem that has carried me through a lot of uncertain and scary places.

I come home to it again and again. It’s about loving with our whole hearts, as much as we possibly can love, even when we have no promises of what’s to come. And then it’s about letting go when our souls know it’s time to let go.

Life is my greatest teacher and she always will be. Life is God to me. And part of loving her wholly is trusting in her mystery. The parts of her that I cannot see, and that I may never consciously know while I’m here. And then choosing to give all of myself over to her anyway. The Dove in the Dark is the moment when you’re standing in the moonlight, looking out into the abyss with your precious faith clutched to your chest. It’s feeling that preciousness and wanting to keep it close, but choosing to extend your hards outward and releasing your grasp. Releasing faith to take wing out into the Great Unknown. Into the night. Trusting that what is meant for us will always return, and what is not will be received by Life to be cared for and safe, even beyond our sights.

So I find myself here again. Shadows in my heart. Empty hands. Feet on the Earth to remind me I’m still here and the Great Eastern Sun will rise again.

Sending Light for the Night to all beings ♥ Danielle

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Where I’m Going (Poem)

WHERE I’M GOING
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i am

where i am going

and let me tell you

it’s a beautiful road

tree-lined and

sunshined

and not without it’s

rough patches but

i decide it adds character

while stepping

over and around

dragging my knees

in the mud somehow

adds to its beauty

and to mine

for nothing can replace

the way my heart races

when a crackled bend

peels back to reveal

a light-kissed cliff

or a meadow green

beyond belief

in these moments

i thank grace

for the aches

i praise the sky

for my storms and

i pray

i pray

i pray

that every day

i keep going

that every day

i remember

i am here

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Wild One


Lately I’ve been feeling a massive wave of rejecting domesticity. When did we accept the notion that we’re supposed to be tame? Polite? Palatable? When did we reject the biological Truth that a powerful part of ourselves is in fact a beautiful, primal creature? These bodies have a wildness and their own kind of intelligence that we have dismissed for far too long.⠀

Our wildness speaks to us through desire. We feel the magnetic pull on our heart, and burst of Lightning through our spine, and the ripples of waves in our tender bellies. We feel the bristle on the back of our neck when something isn’t quite right. We also feel radically free and relieved when we let our bare feet sink into the Earth, or when we howl and moan and scream into the wind. It is natural to sweat and drool and cry. It is NATURAL to enjoy the ravenous tangled limbs of sex. This is our wildness. Fuck domesticity, I’m taking mine back.

May we all reclaim our right to BE—free and wild—as we navigate this Life.
Your humanness is beautiful to me.

WILD ONE

my soul is a wild one
she dances on the whisps
of the wind
and through the strands
of unwraveling time
like this
i am at my best
free to be the creature
i was born of and to
at one with the Mystery
to which i will
inevitably return

Sending Light 🌻 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

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.

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

Human Heart

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HUMAN HEART
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as a human being
with a human heart
i will never hold back its breaking
so when love arrives as mine for the taking
you better believe I’ll say yes
to the risk of the fall
to losing it all
every time
before i opt out in favor of safety’s illusion
it’s never my heart who knows confusion
it’s my head who’s mixed up
and it’s pretty fucked up
that I once considered love less than first
so let me say that here, today
this human being
with this human heart
is saying yes
to you

Soulful Sacrifice

Dove in the Dark

The Unutterable We