Poetry

I’m not perfect, but my heart is.

My heart sings crystal notes of butterflies

It dances in salty drops of honey

It eats lavender ice-cream and floats through sunflower fields

It sits on cotton boulders and smells the desert breeze

It tastes of ancient vanilla and cactus wood

It smells of rose oil lingering through agave valleys

It rejoices in the rain-moistened soil

It is invisible like the moon during the day

It is present in the whisper of the wind

It beats in between each breath that God takes

It speaks in silence

It creates in the formless

It exists in nothingness and lives in the eternal

My heart is everything I’d ever want to be

Mission Trails Regional Park, San Diego
Isla Holbox, Quintana Roo
Cozumel, Quintana Roo
Cozumel, Quintana Roo

2 comments on “I’m not perfect, but my heart is.

  1. If only we would let our heart lead us . . . the pictures are so amazing . . . none a perfect heart shape, right?

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