​We are different you and I, 

And I admit I long to be brash and honest as I move within your world… 

But all I am is jarring in your space, 

So I must keep the mask upon my face… 

This outer skin that’s thin veneer and pleasing, 

For human interactions must have easings

So coming close i do not wear upon the finer sensibilities… 

And betray the alieness within me. 

_ dahlia holmes  Tuesday August 16th,  2016… 10:05 am


For my son

​It has been 17 years, 9 months and a day since you began in me…

This artist, science geek, fish, fix-it, historian, intelligent, articulate, funny, sarcastic, beautiful, loving person that you are.

You carry within the same force that built the Universe, and holds dark matter, stars, planets, moons, constellations, systems, and all that makes up the gazillion miles of space – in Ba\lance.

…And you carry the infinite depth of love that is echoed through all life within you.

In the days, weeks, months and years to come: remember to never let the darkness overwhelm your light, keep it in balance…

Honor that which is greater than all our linear limited imaginings, allow this greatness space to move within you, and fill out the pieces in you that yearn to be whole…
Seek wisdom as earnestly as you seek knowledge…
Treasure time, connections, and love as much and more than you cherish acquiring accolades, accomplishments and wealth…
And in each breath you take, each heartbeat,… always be your most authentic self – flaws and all. Acknowledge and embrace who you are and improve the parts that need to grow…
Smile, laugh, cry, dance, love, be passionate, be gentle, be strong, be afraid but never paralyzed by that fear…
Be every moment you are in and live,Live, LIVE!

– dahlia holmes Sabbath, July 23, 2016 6:20 am

Love Letter


Story lines etched in skin
Memories indelibly inked in blood, skin, and sinew…
I carry you in me… In atoms,
IN the nucleus of me.
You are in the very DNA of soul
How could I love you less?
– dahlia holmes Monday, February 8th, 2016 Chinese New Year 11:08 am

A Mourning


A Mourning |
These days I have felt like a shadow of myself,
Like losing you stripped away the meat and sinews of me leaving a spectre to haunt my world…
My breaths feel empty, not carrying enough weight to make water vapor in the freezing air…
My steps are weighted by my clothes that hang from form like a ill-fitting mannequin, hollow stiff, and way too pale…
And when I pass by windows and mirrors only a haze looks back at me with smokey unfeeling eyes…
– dahlia holmes  Tuesday, January 12th, 2016 6:30 pm

Wiffle Ball Zen


Deep Places | Be the wiffle ball
Be a complete ball with space to embrace more….
Be open to aerodynamic-ness of the universe…
Allow it to flow through you as you in turn flow through it…
Let your natural glow shine, even if Neon Orange is considered odd for a ball…
You have a higher purpose than to just to be thrown-hit-caught….
Remember, even with holes in you, in deep waters, You Float…
You are from the original mold, remember always who you are.
– dahlia holmes Friday, January 8th, 2016 3:15 pm

Feeling Some Type of Irie


That sky though…
That cotton candy,
Puff the Magic Dragon
Trippy kind of ethereal gauze like wonder that sucks you up and leaves you floating on some kind of cloud nine happy that makes you forget that it hurts to to be earthbound in a crowd of strangers crushing in on your 3 foot square of personal breathing space wishing for that yelloworangepinkwhite fluff of water vapor magic to fill your starving soul.
-dahlia holmes Thursday, January 7th, 2016 4:19 pm



You pass through me,
At times like a howling wind,
Others, like the softest breeze
Teasing at my insides,
Tugging the joy out of me.

When my life gets tunnel vision,
You bring me back to the wide angle view…
And remind me of all the beauty that lies in peripheral vision.

You remind me that between the blurs of life passing,
There is that unwavering anchor point,
That steady heartbeat that resting my ear just so,
Reminds me to keep breathing.
– dahlia holmes Saturday January 2nd, 2016 9:25 pm