Pause

space

The human business of mindfulness such a curious thing

With every breath individual moments of thought and emotion

Little pangs that rattle and tap at my conscience heart

Enter and exit with kindness regardless of felt pleasure or pain

Not mine to edit, simply notice

In my quiet

The judge, the jury and the critic no longer speaking with such volume and in disruptive ways

Creating space the waves now able to reach my shore

Sitting by the ocean I am reminded,

What was lost to the noise of my spirit and mind

Now seems so effortlessly found

In my pauses, in clarified silent ways

I find myself breathing the simple nature of missing you in my days

~Alisa Hutton

All I Own

hands

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

Succulent

lips

Cashmere

Close your eyes and imagine the feel, hers

Touch with bated intensity, softly, she wants to be mapped in long curious stroke

One finger at a time, deep, slow

She is the muse and the poet

Paint her canvas, devour whole

She draws you closer, her breath, listen, feel it

Climbing up your neck, her lips gently whisper all you need to know

She is warming a story, anticipatory rhapsodic rhythm, motion, hers and yours

Did you notice the sapphire rug on the floor?

Take off your shoes, she plans to have you there, take you in effortless flow

Transcend

Take her closer to God

Succulent

A word you should know

~Alisa Hutton

A Fine Mist

mist

Love you feel, unspoken

That long hug you want to extend, never given

Desires so deeply churning inside, forever hidden

Instincts of vulnerability wrapped and boxed, echoed silent thoughts

Perception of a safe life and uniformity held with higher regard than the breath that gives you life

Your heart beat reflects not the love you feel but the tick of your beating clock

With a heart full of love and a soul cracked wide open

I wonder with curiosity

Why you are watching it all disappear like a fine mist floating through your fingertips

~Alisa Hutton

Wonderland

aw

I I sometimes wonder if I read Alice in Wonderland too many times as a child. Perhaps too many rainy days spent outside as a 6 year old? In the quiet looking at the water rushing down the street creating great stories of wild, river adventures in my mind. While all the other kids were playing kick the can in the August heat there I was laying on my back in the grass forming animal shapes in the clouds. Watching neighborhood kids build tree forts while I sat on the cement contently drawing my pictures on scrap pieces of paper with my broken crayons.

Always observing, quietly watching. Not understanding it all but unbendingly curious. When life became noisy, felt unfair or hard I would make my own wonderland. Diving in to my vivid imagination full of color and magic. With a delayed blink I could transport myself to a wonderful place where the flowers grew better, the grass softer and greener, and the sky always bright blue with fluffy white clouds. Rainbows around every corner. Everyone smiled and was full of love in my wonderland. Hearts were so big and full you just had to stop and say hello to them.

With a delayed blink I can still transport myself there. I wonder, was it protective nature or early wisdom. Do we have imagination to make the world feel a little less lonely and harsh? Or maybe we have imagination because we are the people who are supposed to create a more magical world? Maybe we see it so others can believe a better world exist for them too?

Either way, I like my wonderland.

~Alisa Hutton