Musings — Poems

Human hearts linger inside other human hearts
beyond the season where hands can still touch,
not from weakness, but from a deep remembering —
a quiet terror...

It’s natural to want to be close, but craving is an addiction,
a forward pitch of the body before the soul agrees,
like reaching for a...

The desert opens like a sacred mouth of gold,
breathing heat that loosens the knots of the soul.
Light pours thick as honey over stone and...

Falling in love with yourself is the greatest love affair —
a silk-slow meeting in lamplit inner rooms.
You lean into your own warmth, unguarded,
and feel...

You come to me as dusk thickens the green,
sap-dark air pressing warm against my throat,
moss cupping each footstep like a promise kept,
your vibration threaded...

Here, where the hour unclasps its hook,
I place my breath back into the earth.
The day exhales through leaves and water,
and time becomes a wide,...

The story rarely ends where the mind predicts —
it rehearses loss before love can speak.
It names the ending while the door is closed,
and trembles...

How easy it is to harden our shell when our soft parts get poked.
The sea demonstrates this without spectacle,
a flinch translated into calcium and...

Human touch is beautiful but holy touch is divine —
it arrives like fire banked beneath the skin,
a slow burn that knows where you soften...

Love does not arrive with a single name.
It comes as wind through an unlatched window,
as warmth pooling on stone at dusk,
as a glance that...

Breathe,
and the universe tilts its ear toward you.
Breathe, and the invisible aligns.
Breathe, and the field rearranges itself around yourself.

Breathe,
when the mind fractures into...

For as little or as long as you are in my orbit,
I choose to love you with presence and integrity.
I choose to respect you...

I stand with my palm against the closing door,
its wood still warm with a former becoming.
I know the hinge has reached its final petition,
yet...

Our time on earth is as striking as a shooting star,
a holy fracture in the fabric of night,
the universe leaning close to witness
how briefly...

In love I aspire to unfurl my hands like petals at dusk,
releasing their hold as light thins into indigo air,
trusting each soul turns instinctively...

How quick we are to fill the silence the noise,
the longing with movement, the craving with more,
to busy the ache before it feels itself,
to...

A soulmate is a mirror forged of stars,
polished by silence, held in sacred space,
where love returns itself without demand,
and recognises its own ancient glow.

You will leave this body one day —
not with thunder, not with omen or flame,
but in a precise, tender instant,
when the body completes its...

Do not lace your hollow with constellations,
or gild the void with borrowed suns;
do not summon brightness to the bruise —
let it open like a...

In a society where we are starved of touch,
the body learns to live like bark in winter —
upright, intact, ringed with silence,
holding its sap...

Your soul isn’t restless, it’s eager;
leaning forward into the hush of belonging,
listening for the next true note
only it can sound.

It has walked long...

As a new year approaches
allow yourself to stretch into greatness,
not through strain,
but the way dawn opens
without announcing its beauty.

Let your spirit lengthen,
like silk...