Heart Shaped Mold


pouring rain

thunder then lightning

an electric shock

shattering the pitcher

into thousands of glass slivers

causing me to bleed

as i finger swept

into shapes upon the floor

they punctured through

piercing my heart

cutting to my soul.

the wind kicked up

debris and dust

swirled and twisted

into an oklahoma dirt devil

casting teardrops into mud

the storm kept raging

a calm set in

enveloped in teh eye

the center

where the sun shines down

and light is found

the caked mud dried

was carried away

with a gentle breeze

little birds sang in harmony

while gathering the picture pieces

in a pile under the sun

in the encompassing warmth

they glistened and liquified

overflowing from my hands

into a heart shaped mold

the glass heart strung around my neck

worn on the outside

it hung

until one day

my new transparent heart

and i became one

from that day forward

it catches the light rays

shining bright like a star

shooting from deep inside

from shattered glass

to inner beauty

reshaped from the past


debilitating thoughts of perfectionism

of someone else’s point of view

internalized and accepted

oddly enough as our own

somehow thinking that others are better

always feeling a bit inadequate

for reasons that aren’t ours

searching for perfection

when its already here

everything is just as it should be

we are as we are meant

as perfect as the flowers and the trees

as the honey that’s collected

as the changing colors of fall leaves

everything is as it should be

time to let go

that view of perfectionism

is outdated, antiquated and detrimental

to a whole self… a whole being

a whole soul

how can one embrace oneself

if we’re constantly searching

looking up and down

backwards and forwards

while overlooking the obvious…

the source, the root…

the perfection is here, now

free from defects

we are made exactly right

exactly as we are supposed to be

i am

it is

we are



I inspire others

others inspire me

trust my instincts

go with that flow

realize it all changes

there’s nothing to hold on to

its all just energy

momentarily held in form

its hard to not be fooled by my eyes

to not trust what I see

but its all just a projection

imagined by me –

the power of the human mind

is beyond comprehension

the endless possibilities

the unlimited potential

the awaiting opportunities