Tethered in breath to the morning dawn
My intentions released
Puro amore
Vita pura
Breathing in both
My heart knows where they belong
~Alisa Hutton
intentions
Harvest Moon
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
Solid Form
A smooth stone held humbly in my hand
Rubbing it in nurture against my now lined palm
I hold this part of my past in solid form
One of many rocks that once filled my warm pockets
How easily the weight sunk me to the bottom of the ocean
I recall the murky waters as I sat on the sea bed floor
The pain I felt as the salt stung my eyes trying to see a glimmer of care and compassion
How I squinted in to the open nothing and found everything
As the sun set that day, as the moon pulled the tide
The sand that was tossed with fraught in to my waters settled in to my soul
My hands had always been free to empty my life of your rocks
Weight that they carried with intentions to sink replaced with light spirits
I came to understand the rocks you left in my pockets never deserved space or hope
My gratitude will always extend to you for the day I learned to rise to the top and effortlessly float
~Alisa Hutton
My Home
I have learned
Many will knock on your outer door
Invite in only those of good character
Your soul is your home, not all need to be welcomed to walk on your floor
My table feeds a bounty of goodness and kind but seats a chosen few
My company, my chosen story, only pure hearts bind me whole and new
Lack of values tossed with miss guided intentions always seem to fall disappointingly short
When people arrive with anything less than authentic, relationships are neither genuine nor true
I have learned to sit in quiet in the middle of my night
To feel uncomfortable dark and my effervescent light
In my dustiest times when I hear that metaphorical knock on the door of life
Intuition speaks of who needs to keep walking and comes with strife
I honor my home and yours alike, welcoming in only those who respect space with trusted care
My heart is precious, only love lives there
~Alisa Hutton
My Table
I will build a house
Choose my counters, taps and table with unnerving ease
I have never been a woman who is driven to please
I will hear a song and can’t help but dance
My happy feet might step on yours, there’s always a chance
I prepare my food with mindful, meditative thoughts
If people thinks it’s weird, I worry not
I won’t ponder long on things I was told I should or can
I don’t follow recipes or societies plan
Some think I am random or plotted wrong
My intentions are good and my values strong
I take a little longer with whom I love and share
My heart is big and keenly aware
So curious to me, you always seem to be right there
A decision that comes easy when choosing a table and loving you
It makes me smile and always seats two
~Alisa Hutton
Could It Be
She softly strokes humility because her broken soul jarred her awake one night
Cracks spilling over with authentic human, ruining the perfect white rug
Now breathing values where her once damp intentions filled her lungs with the murky waters of attainment
Her hands warming others with compassion and forgiveness because late one evening resentment and anger swallowed her whole
Walking with love and kindness, the opposite was once her truth
They dare not question what they see in her eyes
The familiarity an echo of their uncomfortable past
Beneath all of our good a different nature once filled our shoes
One the cherished child
The other our neglected disappointment
Gentle is how we choose to walk as our hearts didn’t always takes steps of such divine purpose
Our greatest capacity and strengths founded on our harshest days
File it away and don’t speak of it out loud
Secrets will keep us all safe
Or could it be?
All of us have our light
With thanks to our dark shadow
Not the other way
~Alisa Hutton
Pass The Salt
Poetic confetti tossed with brazen flare
Words pouring with the clarity of a smooth, Russian vodka
Ignore the bite, something so fine can do no harm
Watch my eyes
They will tell you everything you do not hear
Listen to my words
You will see nothing at all
Touch my lips
I share them with many
Reach for my heart so you can feel me pull yours out
Sorry…you left your light on and I tripped on your soul
I was looking for mine while lost in my dark
I thought you were special
My shiny new thing
Pass the salt
~Alisa Hutton
