May you write
And write
And write
Until you fill pages first
Then books
Leaf after leaf, spun between fingertips
So many that one could take months or years to read them
May your heart’s desire accept them all
October 25, 2025
The night sky is falling
It will never stop falling
Until our universe flees
may your love continue to grow
as the same deep sky falls over us
again
and again
and again
October 21 – 25, 2025
These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
when these two meet
love given and love received
trembling hands fall still
.
(Is there anything greater that requited love?)
On some days, like today
My mind can be content
But unstill
It jumps, it scatters
It’s happy but restless…
I’m sure you’ll never read this
This lesson could never come from me
But I do hope you learn it
Somewhere, from someone
I know it may be so, so very hard
For many of us to believe this
(Trust me, I do)
But please do consider the possibility
That you can make the space you need
To hold and keep everything they have to offer you
Often
I look back at old writing
Of days, weeks, or months ago
And can only cringe
In embarrassment or shame
But then, sometimes
I can look back at those same verses
Days, weeks, or months past
And see them differently
…
So much love to give
Like the infinite skies holding all possibilities…
When she lets you in, everything will change.
You will not be in our world anymore.
The world will swirl around you
and her
and her
and her.
.
July 7, 2025
(Reflecting upon the potential future romantic success of a friend.)
So much love given:
surely most will
find its way back home
Love is infinite:
it knows only the limits
our fear imposes
.
(I see how much love some others generate and share. I wish they’ll always see as much as possible come back to them.)