When will you soften into yourself?
You are only human
And so very lovely.
When will you soften into yourself?
You are only human
And so very lovely.
I kneel to
Feel this;
Raw earth.
My tears
Of gratitude fall
For the wilderness has
At no time failed to
Save
Me
From myself.
In her stone and softness,
Her life and decay.
Always replenishing.
Forever
Sharing
All that she has to give.
I have lived many lives in the wilderness.
On the velvet forest floor
I lie.
My eyes lift to the heavens
As she soothes my soul
And i know this;
All
Is now as it ever has been and will be;
As it should be.
I was so
Mesmerized by the beautiful
Web you created,
The false delicacy
Bringing me in closer.
(I failed to notice you were a spider)
The way mornings birthlight sparkled like fine crystals on the dew,
The way
Your crafty design shown like a rainbow,
Kaleidoscopic.
(I knew you were a spider)
A comforting touch and hypnotic gaze.
A weaver so gifted and true to your desires.
I did not realize I had become immobile
And transfixed.
(I forgot you were a spider)
I walk through
Aged and forgotten,
Off the beaten path
Graveyards.
Something about them has always drawn me.
I will follow the signs to some
Destination unfamiliar,
Down a worn unpaved detour to find them.
Often
An
Old caretaker will come find me, looking quite confused to have
Company,
And ask if i am searching
For a particular grave.
He simply wishes me well when i say no
And goes upon his way.
I am left to tread on my own
Among bones and birds,
Humming to myself
With
These people unknown to me.
Alone yet not alone
Relishing a beauty
Some find so frightening.
There are years my heart has been
So heavy
I have fallen into shadows.
I closed my window and slipped
Into a restless sleep
Missing the entirety of springs tender arrival.
Waking on a
Morning to summer suns glare
And a fierce heat upon my skin,
The smile came naturally to my lips
Once more.
If you never stop and look
You will never see
Multidimensional.
None of us are who we seem to be.
We walk around in the shallow end of
Ourselves
Waiting for the tide to come in,
For the ocean itself
To come to us.
Hesitant.
Unsure of our desires, our heartbeat, our
thoughts.
When we should just run
And laugh and
Scream with joy as we
Leap,
As we
We rush in
Overhead.
We are so much more.
So very much more.
It’s a wild world.
It’s been a wild ride.
All these storms,
Winds
And rainy days
Have been
Turning me toward you.
I have seen the moon and the sun outside my
Window.
The same moon and sun which have followed
Me since
My arrival.
Throughout my life on many continents,
They have been
In the same big sky
Watching over me.
Sometimes they whisper,
“From here you look so beautiful,
So tiny.
Why do you continue to
Believe your
Problems are so big
And your beauty so small?”
Music pulsing
Dance floor vibrations
Nocturnal visions multiply
I am here because
I am
Transcending tranquility
Continual beats
Fast or slow
I go
Where i go
Primal flows of body, mind
And soul
To rhythms timeless
Unending motions cause
Undulation across oceans
Rippling
Undoing realities set on sand
Hands touch
Lips brush
We
Us
Consummated
Entity.