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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.

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

Give Me Roots

Your Love is All

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YOUR LOVE IS ALL
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my love for you

brims with such immensity

heart spills over heels

for all living things

every creature with a soul

i’ve come to know

holds a speck of star

who at one time found home

as a freckle on your cheek

or a fiber in your bones

to love you is to love

every thought

every being

every day

everything

love is all

and in my fall

i’ve found it true

in you

Of Cracked Clay

OF CRACKED CLAY

when our hearts have been broken
perhaps long ago
perhaps when they were soft and still forming
we can no longer hold love in our bodies
we become pots of cracked clay
love, like water, graces us
quenches us
fills us up
but it always runs out
when our hearts have been broken
we will break our lovers too
we will break them
and their breaking will break us more
than every fight and fall before
but still
our hearts
are meant to be filled
to live by divine design
and still
our hands
are meant to heal
to seal up the cracks with earth or gold
wet the walls with our tears
guide our form without fear
and mold ourselves whole
again, again
for you, i’ll be whole
again

Sun Comes

Grow Beautiful