@drifting_words
FAITH
Facing forward when the road goes dark / Alive inside the mystery, not afraid
CLEAR
Clarity arrives when you stop arguing with what simply is / Letting the mind become still is how the murky settles into clear
OCEAN
Old bones of ships lie quiet in the dark / Currents carrying heat from one world to the next
SHINE
Staying bright inside a world that dims you down takes discipline / Having your own source of light means you do not depend on conditions
DARE
Doing the thing that everything in you resists is where growth lives / A life of only safe choices is still a life slowly made smaller
BREAD
Baked from a recipe learned from someone gone / Rising on the counter while snow falls outside
LUNCH
Later in the day and the appetite sharper for it / Under the window while the street does its thing
UNEASE
Underneath the normal, something shifts / Nothing quite sits where it used to
CHAIR
Comfortable in the way of long familiarity / Holds a throw blanket in every season
DREAM
Dwelling in the possible before the actual is how vision forms / Refusing to believe only what is visible keeps the future open
SUN
Something changes in the room when it arrives / Under every shadow it has placed a warmth
WORTH
What you give the world is more than what you see / Only you can name the value of your own becoming
STORM
Saying nothing until it says everything / Taking the roof tiles and the old crow’s nest
CAFE
Coffee dark and the corner table available / A wet coat hung on the back of the chair
NUMB
Nothing seems to penetrate the layer / Underneath you know that something lives
DIARY
December is always the most honest month / In the margins the things too small for a line
CHEER
Crying out across the space to meet you / Here, your name is called and you belong
BURN
Being on fire for what you love is not the same as burning out / Under the ash of what is spent, the coal is still alive
COOK
Calm arrived somewhere between the second onion and the third / One pan the radio and forty-five minutes
PEAK
Planted in the sky above the treeline / Even the wind here is a different kind
OCEAN
Out in the deep, nothing familiar survives for very long / Currents underneath the surface do the work the waves announce
ROAD
Rain turning everything to grey and silver / Overhead the sky deciding something
QUIET
Questions settle when the noise retreats / Under every restless thought, a floor
RIVER
Running always toward the lower place is not weakness, it is wisdom / In motion, the river finds what standing water cannot reach
SAND
Scattered fine across the winter beach / All the footprints gone from yesterday
PRIDE
Pressing upward from the ground / Rising tall in your own truth
BLISS
Brightness that arrives without a name / Letting every burden find the floor
LUNCH
Leftover soup warmed on the stove quietly / Under the window where the light is best
STONE
Stripped from the hillside by the river long before / Time left its weight but took away its edge
LAKE
Letting the hills reflect inside its still / A dark mirror when the clouds are heavy
SLEEP
Somewhere between awake and nowhere / Last thought always the most random
FOG
Folding in the lanterns on the pier / On the water a ship announces itself
FIELD
Foxes crossing at the far end in the grey / In the late July heat the combine starts
PURE
Pulling back the layers finds the thing that will not change / Underneath all the performance is the self that needs no audience
WEEP
What the body keeps the tears release / Even stones, they say, have cried before
HONOR
Hold the values that remain when no one else is watching / Only character defines you when the crowd has gone
BOOK
Best when the whole afternoon disappears / One cup of tea gone cold during chapter three
CROWN
Carrying your worth upright and openly is its own kind of royalty / Ruling over the inner kingdom well is the hardest governance
WAVE
Welling up from somewhere far offshore / Arriving without warning at the sand
DREAM
Dwelling in the possible before the actual is how vision forms / Refusing to believe only what is visible keeps the future open
FATE
Following the thread that seems to choose you back is a kind of trust / A life of pure design misses the gift of what arrives uninvited and needed
CALM
Carrying stillness as a gift to others / A quietness that spreads across the room
ORDER
Out of the chaos, pattern slowly shows its face / Real structure does not crush, it gives the wild a place to be
STORM
Saying nothing until it says everything / Taking the roof tiles and the old crow’s nest
DOOR
Draught coming under it in November / Opened before the bell has stopped ringing
SLEEP
Settled into the familiar weight of the blanket / Late evening and the eyes making the decision
DANCE
Delay between getting home and getting settled / A moment of music from a passing car
DESK
Done with the day and still sitting in the chair / Everything needed somewhere on this surface still
TOWN
The butcher still knows what you usually take / Old lampposts that have been here forever
SEED
Small enough to lose between the fingers / Everything it knows came from one other seed