The Soul is its Own Healer

In the kindness of the world
in the timelessness of the moment
in the deep recesses of the night
through space,
The soul, like a cut
long ago dissolved back into skin,
heals and leaves no scars.

The soul heals
by living in the wonders of the world,
by seeing a grain of sand
for what it is.
The soul heals
unprodded, unanalyzed
asking for only trust and faith
to let it soften the edges of life

and deliver what you need.

Beauty

The world will be saved

by beauty.

Not by guns

or politicians 

or warlords.

But by hummingbirds

and magnolias

and evening serenades.

The sweet succulent fruit

hanging from branches

That’s what will save us.

Morning walks in the fog
a baby's smile
the first petals of spring
jasmine.
A glorious sunset

bringing with it
the hope
of another day.