The lessons we learn
Are meant to be shared
Not to close hearts,
But to open them.
The lessons we learn
Are meant to be shared
Not to close hearts,
But to open them.
Do not take lightly the pain
Of another because they do not hurt like you,
(measuring with your eyes
that which cannot be poured into a cup)
Honor another’s soul (and your own)
And know that pain is pain;
yet again relative only to each persons heart and soul
experience.
We need to sit and listen more
Be gentle
Be love
Laugh
And validate
Look each other in the eyes
And say (to yourself as well)
“I know you exist.
I see you,
I feel you.
You are worthy
And you are enough.”
I awake
Empty
Still feeling great weight
Heavy heart
Heavy steps
Blank
Mind
I begin to believe all words are gone
Broken lead
Empty pencil
Still
I know when I feel empty
I must remember
Love lives
Unending
In me.
In us.
Love them,
For with their eyes they see
Merely flesh.
They do not recognize their
Own souls.
They have forgotten their
Hearts;
Misplaced love.
Sometimes I turn my back on
Myself
To stop the writing,
The ever pressing feelings.
Pretend not to listen to all the thoughts
Ricocheting
On my insides.
My heart and head
Moving at the speed of light.
I hold on too tight
Trying to tame them,
Trying to shrink them
That I may grasp and squeeze them
Into ink.
Most often
They do not translate;
They do not fit.
Unsoundness of mind
Prevails.
Alienation my companion.
Sometimes.
Not once have I taken pause
To look back in regret
Those moments I put aside
A task at hand
To savor with complete enjoyment
My children;
To delight in all that they are.
They are the joy of my heart.
These weary legs of mine
Have carried me when my heart
Believed I was done.
When my eyes saw only shadows
My soul ignited a fire that lit the way
So I could see.
And I go,
I go on.
For once
I did not shade my eyes
And turn away from love.
I entered into the fever
Bidding
Heat to
Singe me to the core;
Thereby regarding my heart as if anew.
I,
Bound in this
Internal prison
No more.
I have met
Thieves and liars
In all walks of life
And found
Kindness
In the most unexpected
Hearts.
I wander freely
Journeying the valley floor.
And when I am worn and weary
I rest my bones
On the rivers edge.
I listen to her song;
Wonder at
Her ever changing beauty
Magnified through icicles and frost.
I see the snowy mountains rising
Strong.
Thoughts of past and future leave
Me.
Here I am.
And I remember
These songs resuscitate my heart;
Settle my mind.
Mother Earth always knows how to
Speak to my soul.
She knows without hesitation
What to say in the silence.