We all have a lot of Internal work to do
Living in this world of ours.
Take a breath,
Take a rest;
Begin again.
We all have a lot of Internal work to do
Living in this world of ours.
Take a breath,
Take a rest;
Begin again.
The longest ache.
Tears form in the corner of my eyes when
I remember the magic i felt,
The beauty I witnessed.
And I remember wiping
The red dust from my cheeks
So long ago.
The joy and the wonder a new sight can
bring,
The souls one meets that love a song.
To think
Once
I did not believe.
It was another life now
And then another
And here I am still in wonder.
The longest ache sears through my veins.
The yearning remains.
The ancient beats within my heart reverberate
Through time unseen in synchronization with those who came before
And those yet to come.
I go to the other room
And in the quiet corner I
Check to make sure my heart is
Still beating.
I get dizzy when I am overwhelmed and begin to think I might be dreaming or not real any more.
A heartbeat means I am real right?
Or maybe someone else needs to check it and tell me I am real because i could be tricking myself.
Be wary the mouths who claim they can
Save the world;
Self proclaimed heroes with
The smell of lies and smoke still on their breath.
Look behind them;
Left there in their wake
Lie
Fires and destruction
Started in self righteousness.
Here,
They now present themselves
Remorseless.
Placed before you
Master tricksters,
Half truths and slight of mind.
I know you have other loves.
I am
Most content
Knowing your gaze meets mine from time to time.
Requited admiration.
I learned a long time ago I am my own validation.
Only I know what is happening to me
And only I know
How I feel,
That this is my reality.
The rest is just words
And I am choosing to save my breath for
Breathing and laughing rather than explaining.
When you sit with yourself
And follow the limb
To the very root of your
Anger, your sadness
You will find
Your own eyes gazing
Back at you,
And if you allow yourself to
You will see love.
*I wrote this in 2016. Like most writers, I have pages and pages of notes, memories and musings never shared.*
Those poems connecting us
Remain
Unwritten,
For they are relayed unspoken,
There
Amidst our
Senses.
Sacred
They remain.
Celestial energy.
They tell me to be me in one breath,
Then lay out the rules on
How to be me in the next.
An atomic collision
Inevitable,
Particles
Suspended
In
Time itself.
Immersed inside,
Us
Entwined
Heart, soul and mind.
We pull and push in the great design
Creating
A primal song
Sublime.
Humming and strumming,
Torn apart atom by atom as we
Feel the turmoil,
As
Cells are scattered in every direction.
Atoms split into
Millions of pieces,
To be reborn
As we approach.
These
Hearts were synchronized in all places and times.
Pre existing magnetism brings us
Closer in a direction unknown.
Now pulled through
The black hole.
Dancing in the ride with the things we feel,
The sights we see.
Exploding as we are
Ejected on the other side.
Welcome to
Another plane.
Welcome to life.
Breathe in the cosmos.