Up before
The rising sun.
All is quiet and motionless.
I hear many birds already singing in anticipation
Of
The upcoming day.
Elated,
My heart dances to their songs.
Up before
The rising sun.
All is quiet and motionless.
I hear many birds already singing in anticipation
Of
The upcoming day.
Elated,
My heart dances to their songs.
her mind was quite broken you see.
for so long the road to healing has been most tedious.
she has had to learn to allow herself grace
and tenderness unapologetically
she has had to learn she does not need to justify this to
anyone
for even she was unaware that those wounds were too painful to touch
that even her skin was deeply bruised
with heart and mind
and this takes time
giving herself space to grow new strength
unspoken
and nurturing her own roots
and spirit
which ultimately remain
unbroken
love and tenderness for oneself grow freely when welcomed
and cared for unconditionally
Many hours
Even music cannot fill the darkness.
So in silence I sit,
In silence
I am full.
Many days my heart is too heavy,
My sight barricades itself
I have not the strength to lift
My
Pen and place it to paper
Or my eyes to sunlight.
I sit in darkness.
In darkness I rest.
And I sink
Beyond my knees to earth.
Beyond touch of hand
Or restless thoughts
Where I lie.
For I do not even whisper there,
I do not not even cry.
Many moons
And suns have come and gone
Since you embarked on this journey.
Your feet light with
Anticipation
When you took your first steps
Now have become heavy
With
Impatience and doubt.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating.
Remember the blood coursing through your veins.
Such life. Such beauty.
The moon and sun are still there with you and
They will not give up.
You will not give up.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating,
And open your eyes.
Open them fully.
Breathe many breaths.
Open your eyes.
See.
Truly you know, if you wish,
You can fly.
Blushing.
Feeding the yearning.
Tears of desire
Sustain soul flowers growing,
Reaching for heaven.
Envelope love, my love.
Our
Hearts ecstasy
Overflowing.
You would be quite
Mistaken
To read him like any other poem or prose
For his depths remain
Unexplored,
Mysterious.
You will quite possibly get lost
In your
Misinterpretation
Of his
Other worldly heart and mind.
You,
Left roaming and famished for more
Of someone you
cannot explain.
I thought I saw you
At the station.
I turned around without thinking
With a panic in my heart
And
An ache in my throat,
Imagining I might catch you.
I almost tripped and fell in my haste.
Then my mind caught my heart
Before it leapt to far ahead
And reminded me I had done this before.
I had begged and chased
Shamelessly.
I was lost in the moment no more.
Just like that.
Writing this winter morning.
Thoughts so flitting,
Floating.
Coffee steaming,
Warming.
Snuggled in a blanket looking
Out frosted windows.
The kitty does not know what she wants
Jumping on my lap,
Then down.
I lose myself for moments
Distracted by the sunrise
Over distant mountains.
On beats my heart a little louder.
Once again it grows stronger.
I recognize my courage.
I brought a missing bit of
My heart back to me today.
I went back and found it
Where i had
Left it full of sorrow
And i held it.
I let myself love this bit
And validate the fact that it
Truly loved me.
My heart missed itself.
This is the here and now.Not the past.
Not the future.
Bring your heart here,
Closer,
And you will hear it still
Beats within.