You treat me like a beautiful mind
Asking my opinions
Exploring ideas
You invite me to engage in discordant conversation
And uncomfortable curiosity
You bid me to think deeply
To test the boundaries of my beliefs
You ask me to pull you down rabbit holes of rumination
Neither of us sure where we will be lead
Yet both of us excited for the journey
We discuss, debate, and discover
We challenge, and question, and deadlock
Always honest and vulnerable
Open, curious, and safe
Exchanging thoughts and perspectives
With the utmost love and respect
And I thank you for every luminous minute
-gws
When my roots are nourished
The fire at my core ignites
The light returns to my eyes
As my soul flares bright with renewal
Colors become more vivid
Flavors more complex
My pupils dilate
The world is exciting again
Enticing again
When my roots are nourished
My mind becomes expansive
Filled with possibilities, curiosities, and wonderment
My blood sings universal mysteries into my ears
As I become wholly seated in my body
So that I may experience life
Amongst the tapestry of human sensations
When my roots are nourished
I crave deeper connections
My need for physical touch grows
Primal energy infuses my thoughts and dreams
As I desire to experience the universe on a spiritual level
Burning across the sky in an explosion of sacred energy
Enlightened and sated and complete
-gws
Venom and vitriol spill from your lips like waterfalls
Splashing your acidic emotion onto everyone within earshot
And like a corrosive acid
Your droplets of rage dissolve peace and trust into
Fumes of airborne poison
Born like toxic dandelion seeds in a wind storm
The toxin violates ears and thoughts and hearts
Plants fear
Births reflexive anxiety
Rivers of cortisol flow through my blood
The sickness consuming calm like a cancer
Slowly destroying and corrupting every relationship
That comes into contact with it
-gws
I cannot describe the powerful alchemy that occurs when I engage in deep conversation with someone I vibrate with
It fills up the place where magic lives in my soul
It is like rain in the desert
It makes me whole
-gws
You don't know me
But you think you do
I am the one who rides
The one who looks out from the eyes with impartial curiosity
I am here
I am, also, not
I am the third person perspective
Existing in a first person world
Standing in front of you
But hiding in plain sight
-gws
A Book of Images by W.T. Horton & W. B. Yeats
Published 1898
What wonderment do you contain
Are you an account of actualities
Or a tome of terrors
A book of observations
Or imaginings
Your title so simple
Your cover art surreal
With its hand drawn landscape
Or is it a dreamscape
Did you inspire
Did you create controversy
Did you find a home on many Victorian library shelves
Or did you gather dust in obscure bookshops
Unnoticed and unread
Your goldenrod cover calling to patrons like a beacon
-gws
Wake them
Dress them
Feed them
Then it's off to school
Pick them up
And bring them home
Provide a snack or two
Help them with their homework
Hold them when they're sad
Help them learn to regulate
Themselves when they are mad
Attempt to feed them dinner
Then it's time for bed
Pick out a book or two
From favorites we have read
Bandage up their owies
Make sure they brushed their teeth
Check beneath their beds to prove
There's nothing underneath
One last kiss for comfort
And then to tuck them in
Then off to sleep for mommy
To begin it all again
-gws
Dear Book Boyfriend,
I missed you.
I can't wait to spend time with you.
Who will you be this time?
Are you tall and dark with a brooding manner,
Or are you dapper, dashing, daring, and dangerous?
Will we play games of will,
Or will you lure me with chivalry?
I'm ready to match wits with you.
Ready to be
Incensed,
Worshiped,
Betrayed,
Persuaded,
Enthralled,
Rescued by you.
I am ready to despise,
Entreat,
Crave,
Trust,
Betray,
Rescue,
Surrender to you.
Are we friends this time?
Lovers?
Strangers?
Enemies?
Will we live a fairy tale,
Or a war?
Will there be a cliffhanger?
Don't tell me how our story will unfold.
I'd hate to spoil the journey.
I will join you soon,
Amongst our wood of dead trees.
My kettle is on, and my blanket is ready.
I cannot wait to fall in love with you again.
-gws
The most sensitive area of my body is my mind
Exchange thoughts with me
Stimulate me from the inside out
Engage me in metaphysical intercourse
Lead me down your roads of contemplation
Let me chase you through the field of your philosophies
Make my pulse quicken by describing your deepest passions
Touch me with your dreams
Your secrets
The intricacies of your core beliefs
Take me on a private tour of your sacred spaces
Turn me on with your vulnerability
Make me crave your speculations
Let me ache for the details of your considerations
Expand my mind to bursting with our conversations
Until I stop your mouth with the heat of mine
-gws
Today I chose to stay present
I chose to stay in sync with my breath
I chose to stay with the rhythm of my resting heartbeat
Today I chose to just listen
I chose to release my assumptions
I chose to keep my defenses sheathed
Today I chose to show up curious
I chose to leave my assumptions aside
I chose to suppress my desire to make judgements
Today I shed the skin of old behaviors
I chose to make conscious choices in the face of old fears
I chose to prove to myself that I can evolve
-gws
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