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.
The sound of the
Breathing machine
Brings little comfort.
Nobody likes the smell
Of hospitals,
They serve a purpose.
Sometimes you leave with your loved one,
Sometimes you leave
Alone.
The
Bird keeps singing his song
As I approach the tree
So sweet
The melody.
I stop and close my eyes to listen
Appreciatively
Letting this music swirl around me.
And I open my eyes
In spring sun glare
Taking a few steps closer.
He stays unafraid
And his song is all I hear
Now amidst this chaos in my mind.
Forgetting human language for a time
I am steady.
We heal
In our own moments,
In our own time
From the inside out
And
The
Glow
Shows;
A radiance divine.
You are the true story.
Everyone else shares an
Abridged version.
A made for tv,
Short attention span description.
And you are a plethora of wonder and life.
An untellable combination
Of experience and music,
Of meadows and alleyways,
Sunrise and sunset.
You are beyond narratives.
More than a novel or poem.
You are the beginning and
The
Expansion of beingness.
You.
I am out of touch.
I am out of sorts.
Don’t know which way the sun comes up.
Ignite me.
Conformity.
Collapse into a thought coma
And fall into line.
Chole Into Diamonds 