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

Maturity

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Every line and scar I wear and the things you see in my eyes when I do not speak tell a story that is called “my life”. Those who care to know will show gentle curiosity and those who don’t were never meant for my soul.  Unsolicited advice is rarely offered in love. Simply the words from those who believe in judgement that my destination is their entitled road. I have fallen like the rest with deafening and heart breaking thumps. I offer thanks. I deeply cherish the rare who helped me stand back up when I was down. I walk with humility and extend the love I wish to know. To think my behavior and care I do or do not show does not affect the world around me would create stagnant flow. Today, I understand the importance of letting my true heart being felt and shown. I wake up scared as there is so much I do not know. This is life and the fabric that will make you whole. I have been blessed to have known love and even if it doesn’t show up it is the direction I choose to go. Criticism is for those with holes in their buckets and are not mine to repair or fill. Their field is theirs. Plant your seeds and care for them if you want them to grow. Time offered in trust, respect and care is the key to my heart. My instruction manual is as follows; be genuine and open and we’ll be all right. I have been around long enough to see the raw workings of life. The nectar of happiness, live with a kind heart and gentle eyes.

-maturity  

~Alisa Hutton

Derivatives

 

Love

One Hundred and seventy-one thousand, four hundred and seventy-six current words in the English Language

You chose love

Forty seven thousand, one hundred and fifty-six obsolete words in the English language

I chose to put it there

-derivatives

~Alisa Hutton

I Dreamt About You Last Night

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I dreamt about you last night

We sat across from one another at a wooden picnic table,

romantically weathered with perfect patina

The spring sunshine warming our backs

Surrounded by gardens written in an old English countryside

My mind creating a space just for you

I watched as your eyes danced with excitement,

telling me about your books and writing

Your eyes reminded me of the first time we met.

Sitting across the table,

locked with interest I couldn’t look away

Absorbing with curiosity,

our story had never ended

A comfort waved over me as we were sitting in your perfect place

In a romantic ideal, magical

It wasn’t an ideal or magical for us though because we knew in our hearts it does exist

It was just us

No limit on time

No boundary of any sort

It felt so close, every sense absorbed each moment

Simplistic and beautiful

We held hands and talked

I played with the ring on your finger as you spoke,

the same ring I noticed the first time we met

No end in engagement

No wavering or question

Fluid warmth

We gently kissed

My eyes opened

My lips still pressed from what seemed so real

I dreamt about you last night

I dusted off the story we had started to write,

I tucked this in between the pages

Even if it was only a dream I had about you last night

~Alisa Hutton