"Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body, there are flowers. One flower has a thousand petals. That will do for a place to sit. Sitting there, you will have a glimpse of beauty inside the body and out of it, before gardens and after gardens."
Sometimes, sitting inside of your body, you may even catch a glimpse of the words you feel rise up when you are dreaming--the ones you are hoping to finally string together just right on a random day. You remember it is all internal. And yet, when the dogwood tree wicks up white-flower flames on the other side of the window, you are called out there to learn about unrestrained creativity in every perfect petal. This space is where I have been. I can also be found in Mamazine Magazine right now where my poem, "Gravity", was just published. Lately, glimpses of beauty have presented themselves to me everywhere, grounding me in quiet wonder--sunlight and shadow, the thin-veined leaves hanging heavy on even the most delicate branches.