Spanish Fence Cactus

A Spanish fence cactus bursting through a bunch of vibrant Bougainvillea. How can I hold this love in my hands? It seeps through my cracks and crevices as I embrace it, trickling down into every other part of my existence. Like sunlight seeping through clouds my love cannot be contained, cannot be restricted.

I wonder how many thoughts I let pass by in the folds of time?

When my world can be so still but I choose to keep on my feet. A melody as I’m running out the door, a painting as I park the car, a lyric as I fall asleep. How can they grow if I don’t make the space for them? I am today in the stillest space I know, alone and fed - by mounds of rock and sand, desert plants and a deep open sky. It shuts me up as I let all the thoughts pass by and realize that the still of my mind is all along what I needed to find.