When the Wind

Like the space that holds the wind,

keep your ideas flexible.

All your thoughts, 
keep them open to her direction in

the whisper of willows,

the rustle of ragweed,

the rush of wings,

static of leaves,

soft embrace,

the stagnant silence.

Don't ignore the details,

for the language of now

is how the wind speaks.

Now,

what does she say 
to you?

Hear Her Roar

I
     believe that an angry woman
     invented the God of judgment,
     out of hope and
     as a means and solution to sort out the men -
          the "sheep and the goats" as they say
               (which frankly are not great options to begin with).
She
     dared to dream and
     conjured up the idea that God
     could be a man -
          both lion and lamb -
               but alas!
She
     realized that
     He doesn't exist,
          that sheep and goats are in the same
          pathetic category anyway, and that
She,
     from the beginning and
     in the end,
          was
     and is
the Universe.