For Ohama

How far can we go,
how good can it get?
What dreams do we (still) have,
what excites us?

Through the wilderness we’ve wandered
leaving no stone unturned,
always searching
for what’s already there.

You are my soul sister, sister.
Life is meant to breathe through us.

Wherever we go,
love will always find us,
because that’s what we are
made of.


Daring to be me.
Daring to unravel…the “me”
through making mistakes.
Daring to look stupid for it,
daring to make you uncomfortable with it.
Daring to ask…”us” to grow
to explore, to question, to change
for the sake of living.


You are still here.
I breathe you 
In and out 
I breathe 
It gets better.
You are still here 
A steady companion 
Asking for insights to be gained 
Are you a friendly helper?
Is there a message to this?
Do what feels good 
Notice there is no real threat.
Breathe in and out 
I don’t love you any less. 


If you are lost, my friend, read. Read as much as you can. Open your heart and mind to the thousands of worlds that have been crafted, the millions of pieces of knowledge that are meant to be shared, that want to help and guide you on your way to discovery of who you are —what it is that you want to get out of this precious present life you got? 


A dance, two spirits—
push and pull.
don‘t know each other well
enough just yet. Can you hear
the stars flickering in eternal
But these spirits, these souls,
they are as much here as they
are there; they are as much
as they are just so much alike.
A beautiful illusion, this life,
this dance where we’re already

Wild and free

I want to be so much more than this.
I want to make this one life mine, want to
expand into all kinds of directions.

I want to see you in me, want to feel more
you and me, want to forget about what I learned
when I was just so young.

I want to dance, want to laugh and paint and move and spill these glasses of wine that unleash this so deeply wild side in me.

I want to live;
   that‘s all I ever really wanted.

An empath‘s story

Fear. I am not afraid
of anything but you and what
you represent to me.

To fear you means to abandon
me for the sake of others. It
means to clip my wings so they
can be attached to somebody else.

And as much as I enjoy being helpful
and supportive, it does cause me to slowly
die inside if boundaries remain unseen.
Afraid to live, afraid to die—a vicious cycle
that will never end

unless I attach those wings back onto myself.

The storm

Swim with the stream, not against it, I remembered them say.
And when I saw this terribly frightening storm come towards me,
I remembered.

I remembered to not hold up against it, but to instead open up to it.
I opened my arms and let the storm in; it whirled me up a bit and I
was scared, for a second, but then it saw that there was nothing to
gain, that I was gladly welcoming everything that hurt, and daringly
facing the dark monster in the clouds.

And so the storm moved on, it passed right through me, it couldn’t
find anything to feed its power. And although it was painful, for a while,
I was able to move on with my day, until the next wave would come, and
that was okay. I hadn’t resisted this time.