#vaspoem
Closed doors.
Closed minds.
Closed hearts.
Whatever happened to #openness?
Giving someone a chance?
Allowing someone to make a mistake and use it to learn from and grow.
Realizing your niche isn’t hate,
isn’t judgment, isn’t turning your back on anyone,
it’s love,
unconditional love.
Yeah?

#vaspoem
Hide me,
#conceal me,
free me from the hating hoards
with raging energy
spewing from vacuous minds.
One day we shall fly free
our souls soaring
like a Ruppell’s vulture
and then we shall break
the bonds of oppression
being free to truly breathe.

#whistpr #vaspoem
She sang her love and #grief
into the folds
of an origami butterfly.
Everything she is and was
#wrapped up in its beauty
and fragile brief existence.
From the top of a cliff
overlooking the lake,
she set it free
and opened her mind to
new connections again.

The sun like an eye in the clouds.

Waves of layered clouds.

Tule bluets mating on a steppingstone in the lake.

Purple, white, and yellow dwarf crested irises.

#vaspoem
I weave threads of my life
Through layers of
Cloud,
Wondering
If eschewing a life of
Monetary success
#Outweighs
Hardships of not
Being able to afford
Medicines,
But living embraced
By Nature instead.
I am not dissatisfied
With a life
Among crawlies & winged things,
Wildflowers, and sky.

#vaspoem
Is there a point?
If so, what is it?
Why are we here?
Does it matter in the end?
Thoughts #filter
like sludge through sewers.
Listen to music,
read a book,
write a book,
clean,
watch a sunrise or sunset.
Cry or scream until hoarse or dry,
empty of zest.
Go to sleep,
get up.
Do it again.