She feels so deep.
No air,
No words.
In silence She drifts.
Some can sit right next to you;
Even feel you skin on skin,
And not hear a single word you say
In the quiet.
Yet,
There is one who can hear your heartbeat
Worlds away.
She feels so deep.
No air,
No words.
In silence She drifts.
Some can sit right next to you;
Even feel you skin on skin,
And not hear a single word you say
In the quiet.
Yet,
There is one who can hear your heartbeat
Worlds away.
And her mind,
It goes blank
Before you can blink.
She is smiling
All the while hating herself.
And they keep talking
And talking
And she keeps laughing.
And she excuses herself to the bathroom
Where
She stares in the mirror
Wondering if she is really here.
Why all this noise?
Just noise
Coming from mouths who don’t care
What a heart beat is.
This air;
The air that leaves her lungs
As she whispers your name,
As you press against her
And hold her steady.
As you take her where she needs to go
Without hesitation.
We sit in the quiet and
Hear the stars resonate
In our very bones.
It’s all ok.
Breathe in unison.
You don’t even need to say
It is all okay.
You’re more likely to meet a wild one if you
Are quiet and still for they’ve lived a life since
Birth
Of danger and survival
And will not approach if they equate you with a threat.
They can sense threats and lies.
One cannot hide the scent of intentions,
And love is transparent after all.
Different rules in every mind.
Each crossing different lines that they deem acceptable exceptions,
Then getting angry when others
Do their own thing.
Always someone going faster,
Always someone going slower.
So many minds with so many thoughts on how it should be,
Arguing over who is right and who is kinder.
(if we could only hear ourselves arguing over who is kinder )
If we could only see ourselves puffing out our chests believing we have won.
This is not a game,
(Sometimes it feels like it has turned into one big game).
Who is smarter, who has it harder.
Everyone telling,
Very few listening,
Truly listening.
Many clamoring knowing
A little piece about so much.
An
Unawareness spread out into little bits.
A couple thoughts on this and that
Knowing nothing about nothing.
Anger rising without sense.
Few just let it be and see.
Few
Are comfortable enough with this journey to
Observe and listen
And Be.
There is always more to learn,
In turn becoming quieter.
Listen.
In the quiet hours,
When magic flows and
Shadows are full,
We lie untroubled.
Hushed heartbeats pure, gentle and full.
Arms embracing wholly
Sacredness of the soul,
And share secrets
Unuttered in the
Deep.
I chase flowers;
Often finding myself in desolate
Graveyards where I proceed
To quietly talk to myself.
Though I know some one else is listening,
Only listening.
And it is nice to be heard.
You will find
If you are very
Patient
And very quiet;
(Be
Unafraid and kind)
Beautiful
Wild things
May come to you.
No one has really ever known her.
Seen her.
It is because she seldom speaks up.
She is so tired of
Trying to be heard above the noise.
She does not share her stories anymore
So others just see her smile.
They feel her hugs.
They think she is the quiet girl,
The frail one
Because she is kind.
She is learning that she does not have to explain to anyone.
She used to try but her lips stop her now.
And her heart.
Someday she will meet someone who truly sees her.
Until then she sees herself and that is enough.
Come bathe yourself in my
Wild love.
Come feel my steady,
Sometimes
Quiet love.
Ever so shy love
Only for you love.
Surround me now
I’m ready love.
I won’t ask about your
Father
For I know he is deceased.
I will not ask about your
Mother,
I know she shattered you to pieces.
I will,
However,
Offer you a safe space
To lay it all down.
A space to heal.
A place where you can feel the
Sanctity of your soul.
Where it will remind you
That you are whole.
I offer you love and kindness.
A quiet time to recover your heart and
Mind.
And there you can mend without
Question.