THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
LXVII. yesterday,
i explained to a girl
my spirituality.
she asked about
the symbols i traced into the dirt.
in the light of the campfire.
the earth,
the sunrise,
the connection.
so i told her
we believe
the grass has a soul, yes, every clump.
the trees love to dance, not by the wind.
the air has a soul.
the land is sacred.
and she stared at me,
and with wide eyes
she said
"that is beautiful."
and i smiled and faced back towards the fire.
- when i lifted a star to the sky.
Footnotes
it is spiritual wicca. it's not a category, but only in word. if you choose to comment, i ask you abstain from saying it is like another religion, because it is like many, but i did not tell you for you to relate me to another religion. i told you for the girl who learned of a beauty deeper than what humans could ever create.
4 Comments
Zinniav
Ahh! this is lovely.
kai blue
i am literally in love with this. your words are giving me a sense of... serenity almost. beautiful
bunnybeige
This is totally gorgeous, dude. Great work, as always.
Paisley Blue
Wow.... I love this!! This is so... ahh I literally don't have any words! :D this is gorgeous. Wow... <333