@echo_lines
TIDE
Turning back before it reaches the wall / Into the bay the cold water slides
PEAK
Pushing through the cloud into open air / Everything below arranged in miniature
CALM
Choosing the slow breath over the quick reaction is learned greatness / A center that holds under pressure is built long before the pressure
LOVE
Losing nothing of yourself and giving everything takes practice / Only the heart that knows its own worth gives without depleting
DESK
Day done and the surface still cluttered / Every cup leaving a ring somewhere
YEARN
You carry the ache like a worn-out coat / Each season changes nothing of the want
WISH
Without the wishing, the wanting has no direction and the effort has no star / In the space between the longing and the reaching, the wish lives and waits
LEAF
Letting go was always its intention / Each autumn it practices the fall
DIARY
December entries always more honest / In the gap of months the life just happened
NIGHT
Noticing things only the quiet brings forward / In the pause between sleeping and the alarm
FOND
Far across the years a warmth persists / Of someone who is gone but still close
SLEEP
Sun already up when the eyes close / Long slow breath and then another
SWEET
Sometimes kindness tastes of something good / What lingers after love has touched the room
MIST
Moving through the trees without a sound / It settles on the spider web like jewels
WIND
What cannot be held can still be felt and known completely / Invisible forces move the visible world more than we remember
FOG
Felt before seen the salt-cold air arrives / On the clifftop the lighthouse spins its light
BLISS
Barely a word for what the body knows / Light inside the chest that has no source
CLOCK
Crowded afternoon and it won’t move quickly / Long wait made longer by looking
TIDE
Turning back before it reaches the wall / Into the bay the cold water slides
VOICE
Volumes go unspoken in the people who stay silent / Only when you speak does what is real become real to others
TRUST
Trying again after the breaking / Reaching through the scar to something new
VALE
Very still when the morning mist is in it / A sheltered fold the hills have made for quiet
WALK
Wednesday morning colder than expected / Around the block once more for no reason
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
LEAF
Left on the surface of the pond all night / Eventually the water takes it under
FORCE
Flowing in the direction of least resistance is not the same as giving up / Only the power that is aligned with purpose becomes truly strong
DREAM
Drifting into a place both invented and recalled / Remembered clearly for thirty seconds and then not
ROAD
Rain just stopped and the world is washed clean / One lane narrowing where the roadworks still sit
LEAF
Lifted by October into the spinning air / Even now it holds a trace of summer
CHILD
Crayon held like a tool of great importance / Homework done under protest and then pride
ANGER
A kind of love that doesn't know the words / No one taught us how to name the fire
SUN
Slow across the sky the whole long day / Up in the highest branch the hawk is warm