by Roshan James
Text: It looked so beautiful Round and Reams of blue marbled with A deep, sun-fed green, cool To the touch, and warming On sight, fields dotted with Yellow, white Buzzing with micro-life Beckoning us from Beyond, enticing our Energy, optimistic In what could be if We found our Self embodied And inhabiting This tiny planet
Text: On nights like these It simply takes fresh air and a feather-clouded sky Alive in birdsong To break my heart wide open in gratitude
Text: I am thankful For this brief yet beautiful And broken existence Affording each of us time On this bright little island Of life between Stars and dark matter
Text: Walk tall, ancestors of the night, Dark shadows of your golden youth When your quick tongues Learned the wisdom of Silence Walk far into the deepest dark Pulling time in chains of glass Across the sanded shores of planets Spun from rays of stars Stride proud and bold Across breathless skies in […]
Text: I’m more than these scars I’m more than the search for a silver lining I’ve walked many miles with feet burned bronze And more stories than time
Text: The joy of this life is to uncover newness In the little moments, to find beauty Hidden in plain sight And to be able to share all of this With those who understand more than they see
Text: I am the deep, dark waters The tide pulling from the shore I am the moon’s reflection Broken Shimmering over I am salted drops For the horizon unclaimed And a roar on these chasmed lips I am the terror of sinking below And the riptide unreckoned
Text: My hope is The goodness in you Continues to shine through. Such is the extreme trust I have Placed in your hands.
Text version: She waved to the trees And said, “Let’s dance together.” She felt the wind And said, “Let’s play over the ocean together.” She sang to the birds And said, “Let’s wander the skies together.” She watched the river And said, “Let’s run together.” She stood at the mountain’s feet […]
Sometimes ‘I don’t know’ is the strongest answer Most honest and vulnerable Unassuming Leaving room for possibilities Letting go of control Knowing that it isn’t a sign of uncertainty or worry Instead, willingly hopeful
Poetry and art 