I do believe that movement is life
And yet
Sometimes I find myself so stationary
Stuck in a period
An idea
A person
I was a seed when I met her
And in her I found my grounding
Spreading my roots deep
From there growing strong
Reaching new heights and lengths
Blossoming into something beautiful
I never even knew was inside of myself
Learning new truths
Finding new lights
Accepting light I never knew was available to me
Turning my face towards the sun
Bearing fruits of love, happiness, joy
Of sadness, struggle, sacrifice
Finding a wholesome existence
In harmony with everything around me
Yet always rooted in her soul
Finding myself through her reflections
Trusting her to keep me watered
Growing up and down all at once
Expanding into the world
Through the conscious and subconscious
Through the spoken and unspoken
Through reality and dreams
Experiencing all changes
Except for where I’m sourced
And so to be uprooted
Feeling like I need her earth
Missing the home that made me
Yearning for her nourishment
Now having to believe everything she taught me
I will grow where I’m planted
So now I find balance
Between the expected and the unexpected
My wants and my needs
The darkness of the ground
And the light of the air
Enjoying the breeze
Letting it sway my leaves
Letting it open
And continue to open
As the seasons will change
And with them do I
Learning not to fear my nakedness
For soon I shall bloom
Damaged but beautiful
Crooked but perfect
And again and again
And around we will go
Always stationary
Always moving
scribbles for a friend 