Posted in a remembrance


“YOU ARE A FLOWER, Every child is born in the garden of humanity as a flower. Each flower differs from every other flower.  As grown-ups, we can remind young people that they’re already beautiful as they are; they don’t have to be someone else.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh

Let’s revive those ghosts and watch the stars align
grill steaks on an open fire
until we smell of smoke.
keep dancing in the corridors of time.

We are the breath of the immortal
we exist in deep longing.
Let’s begin the journey
back to ourselves
and even if doubt lurks in the shadowy parts
in hidden corners
we cannot forget the divine moments
that changed us back into beings of light.

I want to run once more
through steaming rain,
jump in puddles of my own reflection
watch vapor rise from the hot tarmac.
I want to daydream for hours
in the veld of my imagination
pick wildflowers until I sneeze.

I still visit that place where my dreams were just budding,
I sometimes go back there
to reclaim the wild things that I lost.

It was a place where beauty inhabited me
rearranged me
reconfigured me
until I was saturated
to the core
of belonging.

But I was innocent then
I had no knowledge of the world.

The joy that brought us here
will never be stolen,
though the winds delivered us to other places
to neighborhoods
that were foreign for a time
where we re-planted our hopes and dreams
and waited until the soil was fertile enough
to grow us back
into the magnificence of who we were born to be.

I’ll be with you at sunset I’ll watch the same skies
we’ll watch the same moon together
you through your lens
I through mine.
let’s remember our wildness
let’s reimagine our lives.
Let’s forget unspeakable things,
like the ocean between us
and plagues that have kept us apart.

I have not yet left my childish ways behind,
nor have I lived by instruction
but by instinct.
(some have called me a rebel)
I have stumbled many times
and fallen
sometimes into terrible despair
sometimes into grave doubt
sometimes I’ve been inconsolable.

And I’ve watched my dreams drift away in rivers of tears
that gush back into the cosmic seas
to be kept forever in jars.
my memories are treasured there…

At times I thought
I should never get up again
but I did
through some supernatural force.
It was love that kept me alive.

Now I try to tread more lightly with myself,
and when I forget
I return to stillness.

We have the capacity to hold great beauty within us
it’s just a matter of allowing…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

4 thoughts on “Homecoming…

  1. It’s funny how we both grew up in the same family and how, looking back, we remember different things. I suppose it is because of our age and place in the family. Can’t wait to catch up because you will always remember something I have not x

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