One Small Star

One small star,
the tiniest spark,
through the deepest black
gleams in the dark

just enough to let me breathe
to give me hope and rest at ease.

 Then, gradually,
my fading fear
reveals more stars
start to appear.

And hope,
though often comes with light
even now
is shining bright.

 

Honesty

Honesty...

to be true to myself.

 

Glimpses of joy:

barefoot, earth, sun,

trees, ocean, dance,

breath, creation, inspiration,

 connection...

myself, my loved ones, the earth

 

understanding... 

 truth becomes reality through choice

 

Loss of honesty

is loss of connection

is loss of self.