☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

just four spring haiku about the striking blue flowers (siberian squill or scilla) that I came across during my walk today. 💙 Smidgens...

winter can't last forevermore; reemergence is inevitable five lotus flowers in a misty expanse Subterranean self all winter long,...

4.6-billion-year-old starry sages, the infinitude of the universe their stage. a human gazing at the stars that he, too, is a part of...

sensitive souls hold the true power! a cat Buddha in the full-lotus position holding a little Buddha statue The headlines continue to...

a reclaiming of self poem inspired by the 4 of Cups tarot card a collage-style piece of a nonbinary sun faerie So much weariness in such...

my poetic thoughts on this headline I woke up to today: "State Dept. Halts Passport Applications with Gender Nonbinary “X” Marke r" the...

all it took is writing one poem for me to fall in love with the craft... a quill pen on a notebook My first stage, a wide-ruled page...

winter beckons healing hibernation in us all a brown bear sleeping in the snow During early winter, bears enter a hibernation state...

morning routines can be so rejuvenating a sparrow perched on the brim of a tea cup I've never really considered myself an "early bird"....

"weird" is finally a compliment to me now “You’re s o w e i r d.” What was once an iron fist-punch to the gut to the shy kid who felt...

It took a lot for little me to get here, and I consider that one of my life's greatest achievements: overcoming the dark instead of...

He who shall not be named may have won the presidency, but my victories, reveries, memories... I won't let them be overshadowed by his...

"Not a single thing in this world isn't in the process of becoming something else. Likewise you." -Skye from Cyberpunk 2077 Born a blank...

A bottom-up view of four Grecian pillars with a wispy-clouded sky in the negative space My grandparents didn’t survive wars and...

If I could talk to my past self about my present-self's triumphs... I'd tell them that the rainbows that lived within them are now worn...

after years of being told to tone down my light, it's no wonder my inner sun is shy... As the image description above already mentioned,...

cherishing all the little mes that brought me here Boarded up in a clock tower with broken gears for years upon years, all my inner child...

the magic of reparenting the inner child little me would look at now me all wide-eyed, gap-toothed grin, mind full of wonder and marvel...

what healing my inner fledgling looks like When everything was falling apart, from my rug-city of toy cars to my parents' arranged...

trying to retain softness in a world of harshness a puppy on a red cushion This heart of mine is s o f t like the crimson cushion I sit...