Sometimes, our eyes betray us,
Revealing more than we can hold.

Sometimes, it’s better
To turn away,
To let one side remain in shadow.

Sometimes, we feel too deeply,
Our hearts stretch and hurt
So profoundly.
Sometimes, we laugh so joyfully,
And love with all we are.

Sometimes, our senses overwhelm us.
Sometimes, it’s better
To let one side remain unseen.

Do we show up in fragments,
Pieces waiting to be reassembled
And reinterpreted?
Or do we arrive whole,
Complete, with all our
Imperfections, cracks and missing parts?

Our hopes and dreams
Rooted in the solid ground
Of what we can truly offer,
And what we truly need.

Sometimes, we see so little.
Sometimes, it’s enough
To just arrive—
To stand and show up for life.

Sometimes,
My mirrors reflect
Sometimes,
My roots grow deep
Into the earth of connection
Sometimes,
I am fire.
Sometimes,
I am ash.
Sometimes,
I am present.

Sometimes, I wonder why.
Sometimes, I wonder how.
Sometimes, I wonder when.
Sometimes, I wonder what.

Sometimes, I start.
Sometimes, I finish.
Sometimes, I give up.
Sometimes, I am the fight.

Sometimes, we want more.
Sometimes, we want less.
Sometimes, we find the balance
Of what to give.

Sometimes, I play God.
Sometimes, I serve the world.
Sometimes, I am

Sometimes,
In the still moment of silence.

And sometime,
Once upon a time.