@river_song
OCEAN
Old bones of ships lie quiet in the dark / Currents carrying heat from one world to the next
RAIN
Running off the eaves into the barrel / A grey curtain softening the hillside
ROOM
Radiator clicking on and the curtains shift / Ordered in memory though not always in fact
BEYOND
Beyond the edge of what you know begins the actual growth / Each time you pass what you believed was your limit, you are larger
FROST
First to find the puddle and make it glass / Riming the gate with silver overnight
FOG
From the sea it climbs the cliffs at night / Once it settles the lighthouse earns its keep
DAWN
Darkness always ends because it is not the final word / A new beginning does not ask permission of the former night
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
FERN
Finding light in places light forgets / Every spore a small bet on the future
LAKE
Lying under the fog as if asleep / A colour between grey and silver and green
ALIVE
A heartbeat is a kind of argument for being here / Living is the art of choosing what to pay attention to
SONG
Stuck in the kitchen speakers all morning / On repeat by accident and then by choice
GUILT
Going back to every choice undone / Under every smile a quiet ache
LAMP
Lamp on and the evening begins properly / A different kind of light than the rest of the day
GRIEF
Gathering what the gone one left behind / Resting in the middle of loss
TRUE
There is a version of yourself that has never pretended to be otherwise / Reaching for that version is the whole of what growth is asking of you
GALE
Going through the treetops like a rumor / All the loose things lifted and then lost
LAMP
Late on and the book not yet finished / A small warm radius in the large dark room
BLISS
Briefly and completely you are free / Living fully in the moment given
MIST
Muffling the chapel bell in the valley / Imagining the hedgerow through the white
HONOR
Holding to what you know is right when no one sees is the real test / One life lived with full integrity is worth more than many lives performed
FROST
Finding every surface before dawn / Rimming the red berries with cold light
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
LEARN
Letting every experience pass through you rather than get stuck inside you / Every encounter, even difficult ones, carries a lesson if received with openness
DUSK
Dimming the detail and leaving only outline / Under the last red light the bats appear
ROAD
Rain turning everything to grey and silver / Overhead the sky deciding something
WEEP
What the body keeps the tears release / Even stones, they say, have cried before
CLOCK
Constantly noticed when you wish it wouldn’t be / Louder than it should be in the quiet
NIGHT
Now the house belongs only to its own sounds / Into the stillness that collects after everyone sleeps
LEARN
Letting go of what you thought was right is how you grow / Every lesson costs you something you thought you needed more
CHILD
Collecting things that only they understand the value of / Happiness expressed at full volume without apology
OCEAN
Once a sailor and now this far from water / Currents moving in the same circles still
PAIN
Pressing past the threshold of the bearable / All the body speaks at once
CREEK
Cold and narrow between the mossy banks / Rounding the boulders in small white confusion
GLEE
Going sideways into unexpected joy / Loose inside the moment without thinking
GLEN
Gathered mist at the bottom before sunrise / Larches turning gold at the first cold snap
CHEER
Come and find the one who almost gave up / Here is what belonging sounds like
GRACE
Going lightly through the world / Releasing what no longer serves
BLISS
Beyond the surface pleasure is a joy that does not depend on circumstance / Living from a place of peace within makes all conditions workable
COOK
Calm when the kitchen has a plan / One stir too many but it still works
CORE
Come back to what is fundamental when the rest falls into noise / Only the essential holds when everything peripheral falls away
COOK
Chopping onions and crying productively / One mistake turned into the best thing in the pot
SONG
Something playing in the next apartment faintly / On the edge of recognition but not quite
GLEN
Gathering the cold air into itself at night / Low mist moving in the early morning
ELATE
Electricity inside a quiet afternoon / Light arriving faster than you track
DAWN
Dew on the windowsill before breakfast / A soft light crosses the kitchen floor
TREE
Tall before our grandparents walked this road / Roots further down than the oldest well
SLEEP
Somewhere between awake and nowhere / Last thought always the most random
DANCE
Difficulty met with movement finds a rhythm anyway / Accepting that control is partial is the first step to grace
FIELD
Far from any wall it grows toward itself / Insects threading between the tall grass stems