I was told over and over
What my reality was
By people
Who did not live in my
House.
I was told over and over
What my reality was
By people
Who did not live in my
House.
And
I dissolve into the sky.
Wanderlust
Takes me by the soul.
The open road.
The crashing surf.
So much magnificence to behold
In
And
On
This earth.
The very roots of the trees share my
Ancient truth.
They know the origin
Of my the journey.
If I stand still
And breathe
I
Remember the connection.
The very source of
The
Beginning.
There
I am.
…………..
Originally posted November 2015
Time is collapsing around us.
No one knows what day it is;
Everyone is pretending they do anyway.
We see and willingly
Slide into the vortex.
Atoms colliding once inside,
We ride and sway in the motion
So naturally.
Quantum connection realized.
Nothing left to hide.
Truth left revealed
And it is
Love.
I take too many photographs;
Afraid I will forget
Faces and places.
I write too much;
Afraid I will
Forget
How
I felt.
I step through the
Threshold
And feel the ghosts.
They want to crawl under my skin
To make a home in my veins.
They want to cling to the walls of my heart,
Stop me in my tracks.
Screaming,
“Look back!
Look back girl!”
I do not know how to stifle
Them.
I turn round
Struggling to face myself in the mirror,
Expecting to see my child self.
I look up to see Mamas eyes
Instead of me.
And her voice in my mind over and over,
“I love you, but I do not like you.”
i would like to ask her what she truly meant
But she is dead and gone.
I cannot help but wonder if she would still feel the same today.
The deeper
You
Dive into yourself
The higher
You
Will fly.
And perspective
There becomes
Infinite,
Awakening layer upon layer
Of your being.
Desirous skin
Mouth so tender
I take pause as you surrender
To this love.
Nothing left but this love.
We
Broke open.
Laid bare
And
Shattered through love.
There was too much passion to be
Contained
In one vessel anyway.
We had no choice in the collision.
Now melding.
Coalesce.
Between you and I
We are a
Luscious mess.
Originally Posted November 2015
Standing on the shore;
Ocean spray on my lips.
Sands of time and shells at my feet.
Sky opening wide above me.
I feel as if it is endless.
They think it is not.
I know it is.
These spring flowers will not
Delay their blooming on our
Account;
Just because We are busy.
They wait for no human.
Nor the trees, come fall
To
Drop their leaves.
We are merely
Passerby’s,
Yet
All joining one another as our
Physical shells return to the earth
In the end.
We are the experience.
You will dream of me
Until your end.
And then on misty moor;
Through shadows gloom
Will you continue to roam.
Evermore
Forsaking your eternal home.
Your longing unending.
Arms always empty
In your shapeless form.
Not long enough
Did you hold me while your heart
Was still warm.
Choleintodiamonds
Originally posted January 2016