@dawn_writer
REAL
Reaching past the performed self finds what actually is / Everything genuine costs more than everything pretended
RIVER
Remembering every valley that it drained / In the drought its voice drops to a whisper
FERN
First green thing before the bluebells come / Even in shade it keeps its deep and satisfied green
BLISS
Briefly and completely you are free / Living fully in the moment given
ALONE
Aloneness is the state in which the self is most itself / Learning to be with yourself is the longest apprenticeship there is
REAL
Reaching past the performed self finds what actually is / Everything genuine costs more than everything pretended
DREAD
Drawn toward tomorrow with a heavy step / Reading shadows that are not yet cast
BIKE
Breathing harder than expected on the bridge / Into the wind with the bag cutting into the shoulder
SELF
Seeing yourself clearly, without defense, is the hardest and most useful thing / Every version of the self was doing what seemed best from where it stood
NIGHT
Now the street outside is finally empty / In the stillness everything feels briefly possible
DAWN
Dragging the colour back into the world / At the edge of the field the fox disappears
BUILD
Becoming the thing you want to be is a project of many small days / Unless you are willing to be imperfect while building, you never build
FEAR
Freezing at the edge of the unknown / Every shadow seems to breathe
YEARN
Yesterday keeps pulling at the heart / Every want becomes a kind of ache
ADORE
All the light collects around that face / Deep inside the ordinary day you shine
CHILD
Careful with a broken thing they found outside / Homework spread across the wrong table
SMILE
Secretly it starts before you know / Moving outward like a tide from shore
PHOTO
Pulled out to show someone and then kept out / Holding more information than the image shows
BLOOM
Breaking through the soil is the hardest part of any flowering / Lying dormant is not dying, it is gathering for the next push
CLEAR
Clarity arrives when you stop arguing with what simply is / Letting the mind become still is how the murky settles into clear
DAWN
Dew on the windowsill before breakfast / A soft light crosses the kitchen floor
KIND
Knowing that the stranger needs a hand / In the small things, love most lives
SAFE
Somewhere that the world can't enter / A warmth without a need to prove it
CLIFF
Carved by wind and water into patience / Leaning over the sea without concern
DEW
Dropping from nowhere in the night / Every blade of grass holds one small world
MEAL
Made with less than expected and still good / Everything seasoned by the end of the week
PETAL
Pulled loose by one particular wind / Each one falling in its own slow way
SKY
Streaked with the last of the day’s last light / Knowing it will darken but not minding yet
BOTH
Between extremes, the truth is usually somewhere in the middle / Only the thinker who can hold two truths at once is free
CALM
Carrying stillness as a gift to others / A quietness that spreads across the room
PHOTO
Pressed inside a book for a decade / How it got there is no longer clear
SPARK
Sometimes the smallest thing is all it takes to start the fire / Possibility lives in the space between the wish and the attempt
PHOTO
Pressed inside a book for a decade / How it got there is no longer clear
HOME
Hinge that sounds the same as it always has / On the mat the day’s shoes in a pile
NIGHT
Now the street outside is finally empty / In the stillness everything feels briefly possible
HOPE
How it persists is the real mystery / Only light explains the way it points
WAVE
Washing over everything we thought was final / And then retreating as if nothing happened
HOLD
Holding what is real does not require a tighter grip / Only softness keeps what force would crush to pieces
MEAL
Making do with what is left in the fridge / Every plate cleared before anyone speaks
NIGHT
Noticing things only the quiet brings forward / In the pause between sleeping and the alarm
BEGIN
Before anything is real, it was a willingness to start without proof / Everything you are proud of began with an act of uncertain courage
DOOR
Draught coming under it in November / Opened before the bell has stopped ringing
CHILD
Collecting things that only they understand the value of / Happiness expressed at full volume without apology
ATTEND
Attention is the rarest and most significant gift one person gives / To be truly listened to is to feel that you exist more fully
CARE
Coming to the bedside without being asked / Answering the unspoken question
PEACE
Passing through the difficult is how you find the place beneath it / Each layer of resistance dropped reveals a quieter layer underneath
RIVER
Rolling stones downstream without effort / Into the gorge the water falls and rises
RIVER
Running clear over smooth and ancient stone / Into the valley where the willows lean
HOME
Hanging coat and the transition is complete / Out of the day and into this
LEARN
Letting go of what you thought was right is how you grow / Every lesson costs you something you thought you needed more