All I Own

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Floating through me freely

Deeply felt emotions greeted as objects of curiosity

My heart is the tithing I offer and the most valuable thing I own

Words run through my subconscious reminding me

Be mindful and loving

We are all walking each other home

I wonder what possibilities we design

When it comes to our heart is there ever a right or wrong

Perhaps tasting one another’s bitter and sweet proportions with open nature is truly what makes us whole

Softening our lines just a little, maybe our hearts have a chance to walk through unexplored doors

Floating through me freely I gently understood

Love is all I wish to grow

~Alisa Hutton

Harvest Moon

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A quiet evening by the ocean

Just the two of us

As I sit alone, her reflection on the water keeps me company

Her colors, dancing in the tidal pull

Illuminating intentions, my mindful heart

My offering

Gratitude

The only seeds I wish to grow

Harvest Moon

Guiding with her evening glow

~Alisa Hutton

Now

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Placed before me, moments

Greeting each with gratitude

Even the uncomfortable and unknown

Inhaling, a note is left to seed

Exhaling, a note is left to seed

Growing the same message; now is joy

My heart is my only home

It is full of sunshine and abundant bloom

My mind simply there to gently remind me to always go back to where I belong

This morning resting in myself

Love called me back home

~Alisa Hutton

5AM

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Morning meditation

Allowing breath in and beautiful intentions out

Grateful in chime my eyes open, my spirit rooted in true

Beautiful impermanence noted in each moment

Gentle reminders

Vulnerability the gift we offer even when the day feels long

Authenticity a strength

Love and kindness are what I choose and where I belong

The taste of sweetness, an open honesty that lives in my heart

Genuine acceptance and the ceremonial wash of all that I feel

Morning mediation

Welcomes the day and that which is real

~Alisa Hutton

My Sunday Home

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A good book

The scent of morning coffee

Silence in my space, a peace I love and know

Meditation with my chest pulled back, reminding me to keep my heart fully open

Clarity of the heart in mindful simplicity

Expanding and contracting my soul, felt deeply in my bones

Breathing in to my core, settled in who and what I feel and know

The sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze and the early morning giggles of my little boy

Sitting in love on Sunday morning

The simple picture of my life and the seeds I have tenderly sown

~Alisa Hutton

September

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A quiet morning, my hearts adoration

Waking up without rush or noise

Lazily stretching and able to hear only that which speaks to my soul

In bend and cover I had borrowed time months ago, knowing life’s clutter would run its eventual course

September assuring space where I would once again feel whole

Knowing the season to come would bring me back to the place I love and know

In perfect silence all that spoke was my breathing and stillness in my core

September arrived, such beauty in coming home

Bitter sweet, the quiet sprinkled a sadness

Without you beside me, deeply breathing in the peace of a new morning

How my heart wished in that moment it could have been shared and known

~Alisa Hutton

Silence

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There is a quiet voice inside of me I wish could be heard

Inner whispers of a raw hearts hope

Perplexing, too tender to speak and too loud to ignore

In passing moments my quiet voice is kept on wait

An arm’s length away from authentic

It curiously feels as if a leaf tenderly falls from my tree

Leaving empty spaces deep in my roots and little pangs of hurt in my soul

Wishes drifting in the wind

In those who choose not to speak

In silence, nothing ever takes hold

-silence

~Alisa Hutton

Distance

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A widening dull gap between flat action and an exposed soul

Empty space that gathers between silence and vulnerability

Trepidation swallowing emotion without care to savor any taste

The flicker of a flame fighting for air

Fingertips barely touching

The heart that will soon be out of reach

The impotence of connection

-distance

~Alisa Hutton