Do not let a couple bad seeds
Ruin your love,
Your passion
For the divine flavor of life.
Do not let a couple bad seeds
Ruin your love,
Your passion
For the divine flavor of life.
When no other
Comes in search of you
You must find yourself
Or
Remain ever lonely with your own company.
Always wondering what lies over
The horizon
Around the corner
On the other side
Always climbing
Peeking
On scuffed up
Knees
And dirty hands
Always getting lost
Looking
Finding
I am right where
I am meant to be
And here
Untamed winds blow.
I never tire
Watching
The plains grass ripple with ever
New currents, new gusts.
A rhapsody
So beautiful.
And the clouds
Go on forever
As I settle into myself,
My hair a mess.
I am melancholy
But my spirits lift as I sit
And sway with the tall grass.
I imagine I am the bird riding
These unseen shifts and using them to see
Clearly
What is around me.
Having faith in the realization
That I know more than I
Give myself credit for.
Instinct and intuition.
I never heard a silence
So loud
As the moment
Your heart
Stopped
The faucet drips in the kitchen
The faucet drips in the shower.
I wade into the pool
Immersing myself in waters of emerald.
Floating on until my skin is soaked.
This is all
I will do today.
Watch the clouds and float.
She was told by several someones
Over the years
To toughen up.
(She was a terribly shy girl prone to tears)
But you see
What these people did not know;
She had been toughened up.
She had been beaten up.
Physically bruised,
Emotionally submerged in confusion.
Touched where she should not have been touched
She had almost been destroyed.
Bloody noses,
Pulled hair ,
Black and blue.
She had been toughened up
In ways that people could not see in the now
And somehow through all of this
Emerged an invisible strength.
Her tears were not always of sorrow,
They were of terror.
She is thankful to have had magic souls
And
Angels
Teach her how to turn
All of the turmoil of the past
Into
Joy and gratefullness.
I feel it in my gut,
The very marrow of my bones.
This pull.
This unseen force
Crying out loud.
This magnetism over time
In molecules and dreamtime.
Walking.
Waking.
A higher knowing within
You to me,
Me to you.
Here and now.
Then and hereafter.
In perpetuum.
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People.
Their wispy heart tendrils
Reaching,
Dancing as if upon
The wind
To
Connect
To one another.
So beautiful they extend.
Hoping.
All this love.
All this love.
Southern rain falling on a tin roof.
Record player going round
And round.
Bare feet dancing with careless abandon.
Torn up maps strewn
Across the floor.
Detours
And dead ends.
Change of plans.
Roll with the flow.
Learning over and over
Heaven is what you make it;
Where you make it.