Sequoia

take me to a place 

where the rocks are

our beds,

where the sun blankets my

family

and the waterfall kisses 

us all beautiful beings 

with 

soft mist.

the safest place we know

is in nature.

Tokopah Falls

November 24, 2017

Float

He let me go and

He let me float,

drifting on a pillow 

into a dream of stars and water.

Have you ever been embraced,

by the winds warmth

carried by water 

as the stars dance for you.

Slow and soft

as the island shores before me

Steadily you sway

as the universe glistens

and you are left selfless for it's magic

Heavy in a desert of deep.

Palm Desert

July 29, 2017

Fall

Sometimes it's the next morning at 10am when you're resting on your couch, looking out the window toward the mountains with your tea and your thoughts, and you think after the heaviness that just happened to land all in one day you ask yourself, how am I so forgiving. Yet you remind yourself- there are hard days, there are better days and there are great days. At the end of the day, being mindful that we only have control of ourselves and our actions is the only way to make this world a better place. It is my nature to be forgiving, because everything unfolds as it should.

The True Thrill

Adventure is a feeling, it's a realization that risk is the ultimate road, and hesitation is not welcome. Adventure, is not about having fun and doing something wild, it's about doing something fun and wild then reaching a point where the the fun and wild become extreme and you are destined to step outside your comfort zone, only to fully feel alive. That, is adventure.

Maratea

My heart, I left in Maratea. I can still taste the morning mist that swims over the dense green mountains, caved in a castle of sweet soul. The energy vibrates life into my senses as I sit and overlook what is a small piece of this giant world. There is no such idea of hustle or competition, there is only kind smiles and fresh aromas of cheese, bread and the sea which float within these cream alley cobblestone streets. I have lost myself in a time lapse of history,in a town of lovers, in a town wiser than any living man. I see the story line of riches, that once roamed these ancient streets. And I feel the sun hug the grounds for more hours than one here will ever weep. The wind is ever so strong yet gently, it tickles my shy cheeks and I can see the stories of generations through the wrinkles around their deep eyes. There is a land known as the "Pearl of The Tyrrhenian Sea" and it lives in a cove between the mountains and the ocean, waiting for those willing to seek a world of wonder yet far enough to never be washed away.

May 23, 2017

Maratea, Italy

Youth Years

I am nostalgic for a place 

I once felt so deeply for.

To me home is a feeling, 

a temperate longing for completion.

I am nostalgic for the wind

and the weeds. 

Where the sun would shine

and my skin would build the scent of sun and dust. 

I remember the days of laughter and play,

where innocence remembered my name.

I am nostalgic for a sweet time 

I watched my father hold my mother close, 

a slow dance of romance 

as their cheeks kissed ever so tenderly. 

A moment of definition.

I remember the feeling of wonder and bliss, 

oh how I miss the words of a poetic wish.

I am nostalgic for a life time, 

of dreams and darkness. 

In the quiet stillness of the dawn, 

she never leaves me. 

She is there, 

in the darkest of my days.

I am nostalgic,

for a feeling.

I Rather Be Dreaming

Reflections of blue fill the room 

Like light I wish to breath in

I am trapped, in stillness of silence

Wishing to find a way out

The darkness, fills me deeply

Smoke into madness I weep dry

I could barely taste the truth in me

As I cry for help yet I just lay

It consumes me 

Like it always does

I choke to the thought of freedom

How tangled a soul of dust

Living a life of endless love

Dancing as dancers do

I die constantly for you

For what, to bleed and weep petty sorrows 

To sit in quiet rooms 

I'm left hollow 

Find me in lost 

Feel me true

I've died countless times for truth

Under The Tulum Stars

Tell me, how does the wind make you feel?

Does it accompany your time alone?

Does it sing to you so sweetly and tickle your sand covered toes?

Or does it warm you in the darkness as you listen to the ocean waves?

Tell me Darling, do you love the ocean enough to let it sweep you away?

March 2, 2017

Tulum, MX