Sometimes the struggle
Be so hard, be so real that
When they get it, peace
Sometimes the struggle
Be so hard, be so real that
When they get it, peace
Sometimes we make it-
Out but our roots pulls back to
Keep growing our souls
Letting go making
Way for bare soul reflections
Seeing me again
Roots, rooted, grounded
Friends, family, community
Homecoming, staying?
circling cycling
Never quite stopping flowing
into each other’s space
Quests and questioning
the end of long Transitions
Play, summer is here
each day may we be
gentler with ourselves, the earth,
and each other. Amen.
Fasting and opening
up to grounding rootedness
Simplify’s desires
Hops plants, bikes, and bread
Septima and poems bringing
Endless joy and delight
just a few words like
You matter I see you can
Change history’s course