I am sitting by the ocean:

watch smoke signals drift idly from my parted lips/ i am the navajo princess.

you could be the boy who listens in at the nursery window but like everyone else you are far away, and today i kind of like it. there is magick in being under the same sky. there is beauty in this lonely freedom.

...and there is peace. god, is there peace.

god shall be spelt in small letters today: god of the small things- earth, silence, sea, sky. we all move with the rise and fall of his breath, the contours of the sacred pierced chest.

barefooted, crimson nails, bikini bottoms and a loose shirt, just inches from the waves.

ringed fingers resting gently against the glass of the seashell shaped table, moodring shifting hues between purple, vague amber, and mermaid blue; depending on how my thoughts move.

diet coke, un notes- strewn absentmindedly around:

education doesn't matter.

not today. there are more beautiful things to learn today.