Need- require (something) because it is essential or very important
I think we call it love
~Alisa Hutton
Need- require (something) because it is essential or very important
I think we call it love
~Alisa Hutton
Waking up this morning
How I wished you were there beside me
A flower between the pages of a story
That only my heart can read
~Alisa Hutton
Choice
Walk the path together or alone
One or two, the heart is open, loving and whole
No matter the path chosen
It always remains so
~Alisa Hutton
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
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
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
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
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
Your costume called love
–blandishment
~Alisa Hutton
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