Poetry is my entry, it is the sound of my breath. The sound of my unrest.

Poetry allows me to inhale the world in one big gulp

And feel the vibration of her soul carry the weight of my nervous heart

With poetry I exhale her wind through my pen and find her axis on my paper’s chest

Poetry to me is a love letter to this world.

Poetry to me is that space of in-between, that space of rest in between each breath.

 

That moment of stillness in between each heartbeat

Wait.

Listen.

To that space of in-between in your chest.

 

Poetry kisses my inner eye

Awakens me

Blesses me

With an awareness, an invitation

To unity

Poetry reveals to me my sight, my feelings, my Center.

 

When I was 16 my father was diagnosed with Hereditary Gastric Cancer.

When I was 17 I inherited this same Cancer.

To remove this Cancer, the doctors removed my stomach.

And I thought I lost my Center.

 

As I was healing, my father was dying

As he was dying I was writing

Poetry.

I was breathing

Poetry.

 

He battled Cancer for 16 months as he watched me fight this same Cancer

And his fight with Cancer inspired me to fight mine

One month after my surgery my father passed away

And I thought I lost my Center.

 

This world has spun me around so that I would look within

Through the sky and beyond the darkness

To the Center of the world

My Center.

 

My father did not die, life does not fade.

It continues on

Into the Center.

 

So when I inhale and when I exhale

It is no longer breathing

It is a breath through the Center of the world.

 

The Center of the World.  

 

I inhale this world in one big gulp

And feel the vibration of my father’s soul carry the weight of my nervous heart

I exhale his wind through my pen and find his axis on my paper’s chest

Poetry to me is a love letter to my father.

Poetry to me is that space of in-between, that space of rest.

It is a pathway to our Center.