This fire that is you
Burning in my veins has grown out of control.
Thoughts fanning the flames,
It does rage.
I tried starving you out of me,
Oxygen deprivation.
Breathless now,
Rife with wanting.
But I see you in the smoke
Approaching.
The desire to touch you takes over
And up turns the heat
Singeing me.
An
Insatiable urgency
Calls.
Caught between gazing at
Campfire
And stars.
Mesmerized.
Coyotes out in the beyond,
Their chorus echoing
In this
Clear night air.
The moon is hiding her glow behind
The mountain.
Neither here nor there;
I am most certainly under a spell.
Silence
Is a force,
A might
Of its own.
I have such a story to share,
So many stories within
The story.
Where do I start?
Her heart softly replied,
“Just like you breathe one breath at a time,
As you step one foot in front of the other.
In every moment you pause.
One memory,
One word;
One word at a time.”
Standing in the center
Of my self created maze;
I would think I might know the way out.
But i am completely at a loss as to which way to go.
I could have sworn i had left bread crumbs, little mental notes along the way.
Seems
They have been swept up and away
By the birds.
And here it is
Right before you,
Beside you,
Inside you.
This greatness everyone speaks of
And searches for.
This joy and fulfillment.
Search no more.
Here it is.
It is you. All that you are.
All that you see and feel.
Every movement, thought and breath.
Illustriousness;
You are.
Here,
Now,
Before and Always.
A red cardinal over there,
A mesquite tree over here.
Mother Nature shows me many creations.
The smell of wet saltgrass and dirt
Fill my senses.
This oak tree I am under,
Her leaves shine as if coated in silver
As raindrops sparkle setting delight afire
Within my heart.
Nature presents herself
As is,
The individual decides whether she is beautiful or not.
You will continue to misunderstand
The ocean
If you spend your
Entire
Life
In your backyard
Pool.
What is this?
Am i walking in dreams?
For once i was but a young girl
Playing in the backyard,
Sitting on the picnic table my father built
Making mud pies with a sprinkle of lilac flowers from that tree over there,
In the corner
By the living room window.
The sweet lilac aroma would waft throughout our trailer when in bloom.
Oh, and how i would take flight out the door every morning
Feet ready to hit the cool grass, or ice skate
Depending the season.
Making forts with whatever debris we could collect and an old blanket mom did not mind getting messed.
Grass stains on skin
And dandelion glow under the chin.
Ice balls in hair and rosey cheeks aglow.
Yes, she is with me still,
That girl,
And she stops me sometimes to wonder,
To wander,
Reminding me how much I am
Everything and all.
Overflow unbound.
Shine in infinite stillness.
Let your love
And strength in peace
Be bigger
Than anything else.
Chole Into Diamonds 