Yep.
Gaze
when I miss
eyes that I
have never seen before.
the prayer is simple.
‘Find Me.’
~nayyirah waheed
Mother
was my first country.
The first place
I ever lived.
~nayyirah waheed
Flourish
An authentic self allows the heart to bloom.
Be true to you
My love.
Weimaraner
One day.
You and Me.
In the Mountains.
Leashless.
Running like crazies through the bush.
Chasing squirrels.
Dodging grizzlies.
Barking up the wrong trees.
Barreling through swamps.
Rolling in sludge.
Jumping off ledges.
Scratching each other’s backs.
Gnawing on bones.
Howling at the moon.
Disregarding our master’s call.
You feel us?
I do.
Arrest
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Anatomy
Vanessa Ruiz. Medical illustrator. Depicting the human body in a way that we can relate. So fantastic! Her vision at Street Anatomy.
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Positivity
JACQUELINE P. ASHBY 