Running Summer 2014






Saturday, July 26, 2014


running / heat / breath / yoga / meditation


Waterfalls cascading from my brow, crawl down the curvature of body parts, pooling in vibrations throughout my soul. Lushness of early morning silence echoes from each rose petal. Succulent beads of dew hang suspended above each thorn.
 The scent of heat so thick it latches onto my breath, as my sneakers peer out from a black frame of pavement. Breath so ensconced in mornings cocktail, that toxic drips of humidity taste upon my lips.
 In the hurried of the morning's heat, my sneakers succumb to a greater force of nature...sweat and heat, become the tightly wrapped shawl which cuts off my breath...

Thursday July 24, 2014
running / poetry / motion / yoga




How does hell become so close to our bones, that heaven is not seen in our eyes? How do we move past what harms us, in order to hold the things we never want to forget? 
Sometimes the heart belongs in a body bag, and other times, the sandbags are meant to save us. Leaving behind the twinkling stars of night, as moon shifts to daylight. Standing in this place, no words needed to speak, quiet is all I need. I swore I would ask the birds, but words just don't come easily. How to part the clouds, to find the silver lining, a poet in paint, as I float along the road.
I keep putting one foot in front of the other, very determined to finally arrive, at the place I was always meant to be.

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