Old Water
I will mind her spirit
and hug her sorrows
swim with her in joy
and offer the match that
sets fire to doubt.
♡
I will love
like there are four days left on this greenscape
unwavering
undeterred
with understanding of others
simply unnecessary.
♡
Because my own heart
demands it.
♡
Water is forever
it cannot die
it only changes its face
its curve
its shape
from time to time.
♡
And when I am gone
may those
whom I have known
one day pass a field of flowers,
not the manicured kind
all pure and perfect
but the wild random spray of blossom
blown together
by the wisdom of the wind
in a sky
of peach flat clouds
with deep blue in between.
♡
May they notice the beauty of variation
of perfection in contrast
the quiet strength in dis-order
of roles lacking expectation.
♡
May they notice all this
like the peace that comes
when looking upon the sparkle of morning dew
and think of me.
Artwork: “ Women with Camera”
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May all beings know peace.
#blessup ✌🏽




Beautiful Drew!❤️🔥
Ocean pulling
Please come home
we know you
in the deepest way- you can be known
Watery mist
blowing through
piercing the thin drum
seagulls haunting cry
seal seeing soul
eyes shine -deep black pools
watching, waiting, going on
sinking into the choppy abyss
🙏🏻❤️🔥🐢✨🕊️
Big sigh here! Amazing imagery. Thank you Drew. 🙏🏼