It took me until I was thirty-five years old to realize that all the years I imagined the wind bringing light in an open door or window, the way a warm breeze on a cool day feels like sunlight swept into my waiting arms was an illusion. Light waves may bend or refract off other …
The echo of your echo in my steps I am one hundred paper suns folding away from the world. -paige stewart artwork: In Deep by Allison Kunath
I know what i want to be now A god. And not like my Ego’s God. But like the soft caress of wind on a sweltering day or the calm a lake returns to after the stones are thrown and the strength of a mountain even as it slowly degrades I want to be permanent …
A light we can all run to flickers on and off guiding the way, intermittently each step seen and unseen the way sure the way in shadow and yet forward we go even in darkness even in despair just when we think we are lost it beckons again and so we all stumble onward …
I write to parse out my truth to find illusions and dismantle them there is so much love here and time eternal, yet I want it all now and see I must remove my desire and control And rest in the pulpit of my uncertainty and watch what sermon spins from my lips Are they …
I missed your mouth today I missed the way it purses and withholds the way you touch your throat like it aches to open up and allow some truth to come out and yet we remain in silence Me trying to find the words, that i can’t even utter to my own reflection let alone …
it is not time no, i sit at the edge of a still pond peering through myself into the depths below and i try to bring up with my heart and then my hands the truth but just as I grab it, it slips back below the surface unknowable, unexamined. I want to hold …
“Come out, Come Out!” she sings, Temperance and her scales The sad days are far away the time for love is today let down the walls of stone around your heart bleed the moat dry and let the bridge fall open Now, come see what’s been waiting for you all this time outside your …
painting by allison kunath
sometimes at dusk the suns gentle light cuts through the tender heart I harbor and the loss of you flutters before me as a gossamer moth… luminous tissue too delicate to last in this world And I was an owl in the day to your truth that bounce in your step a thin veneer and …
I wanted to teach the world to you so i bought you a globe it was not that old some of the borders had since moved and the names of the places inside those lines had changed too and i wondered if anyone made a globe without lines or names for things which no one …
shake, shake, shudder You just stood up to realize the dance has been forever Take your hair down now let your feet rise to meet the rhythm Forget yourself in the falling down steps Drop yourself into your heart and be not your head Ah… see how the music goes and goes each step and …
even the crickets hold their breath as the sun goes down as the last rays stream out. as i let my dark heart set. soon a single star will roam freely -Paige Stewart
From the river they came born from bigger things and worn smooth by time as we all are They felt perfect, when held all true and simple nothing garish about them as we once were together they balanced and did not fall so unique each shape as we all are left like this they …
Watercolor by Allison Kunath If I could give the whole world the gift of this, this moment when all goes still When the breath goes deeper and deeper towards our truth. a Truth that at the bottom of every well is an endless Spring, draw up from that well expansion is our birthright ~Paige Stewart
Watercolor by Allison Kunath A single flower blossoming is enough to start a spring A single drop of rain is enough to start and ocean a single speck of dirt is enough to start a pearl A single sentence written is enough to start a story a single note sung is enough to start a …
As Time’s pressed flowers we were bound in her layers of sediment a kind of kept memory the earth wanted forever so that one day as she opened up her secret love affairs slipped out from between the pages of her diary. this one and that… as she heals her history of love is revealed …
I dreamt we were wild once I saw us running the steeps We felt the wind, the way it only feels to the free things We knew it’s secret name, and how to call it to us how it came outpacing us and lifting us up and up. We were flying then, the wind pulling …
The Calm & The Current 