The shadowsof yesterday theyhappen quietly on our mindsas they do our faces. Like the rising&setting of the sun Arrivingwithout judgementlike seasons. @loisfay
Tag: poetry
Soul Seeds
Like a wildflowerslast hurrah scattering soul seeds. To Octobers wind and rain. To sleep in the cracksof winter's brokenness. Awaiting the warmthof springswild and free. @loisfay
SATURDAY
When did timebecome that thing we allowedto micro managethe many liveswe seeminglylive in a day. Tick! Waking.Tock? Eating. Tick! Commuting.Tock? Schooling. Tick! Working.Tock? Paying. Til one day; you turnyour calendar self off&sleep in like its Saturdayfor a month. Eating only when hungry. While drinking coffeeat midnight as you write. Because tomorrowsa Saturday. @loisfay
TOLD AND RETOLD
Freedom of choiceis ours and ours alone. It is and is notwithout consequence. But we own that with every space we enter&always always remember this is ourliving breathing story that will betold and retold without bias. Because we stoodwith the courageof our convictions. @loisfay
Tall Tales
Inaudible wordstumble forth and breathethemselvesinto a short story with the potentialto becomethe tallest tale in the room. @loisfay
STUDENT OF LIFE
Studentof life be comethe change. Rewireyour brain to dowhatyou love. Til it lovesyou back. @loisfay Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
COURAGE
Do not fear saying too muchorfeeling too deeply. Be vulnerablein desensitizedplaces and spaces. Let people knowwhat theymean to you in thosebreathtakinglyvulnerable moments. @loisfay Dundarave, West Vancouver
STORIES
Gatherthe pricelessin your mind. Gatherthe thingsyou cannotfind or buyat an auction. Likelaughterand stories. To bereplayed on thebacks ofyour eyelids late at night. @loisfay
TOMORROW
Belief allows usto create schedules of future tomorrowsin our minds. Convincing us that we arein control of time. We make plans with invisible daysthat exist; only in our imagination. Ps: We're back from summer hiatus. Kukwstumckacw / Thank you for reading. @loisfay
Summer Solstice
IT IS TIME There comes a timesomewherein the midst of June. When Mother Earthshakes outher blanket of warmsweet existence. Whispering, it is time. Queue the rhythmicsounds of bees;busily pollinatingeverything in sight. And everythingis as it should be. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
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