Why does one run from the shadow
For if one follows the shadow,
Passing through,
One finds the light creating the shadow.
The message is in the journey of
Our return to the source of the flame;
Soul.
Love.
The great return to self awareness and intuition;
The reacquaintance in the depths of you
Of your true loves and passions can be scary
But man is it freeing and beautiful.
You are beauty itself; infinite love.
Free yourself.
As we grow,
Our truth is ever morphing
Through the minds eye.
The soul is patient
As we return home;
Immeasurable love.
And spring has sprung once again.
Why do I always
Doubt
She will return?
Walking the old river bed,
How often has the course changed?
How often the boulders
Worn to rocks
Worn to pebbles
Worn to dust?
The river carries them on,
Shape shifting.
How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,
How often
They held on until
Nothing left for them to grasp,
They succumb to the way
And float on?
How often no man stands to witness the
Sound
Of the fall?
All
Become one
With the river
Eventually
Returning
To the sea.
Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny
Seed to become mighty trees
They return
In time forgetting the river.
The north wind always finds its way
Into my bones
Demanding me
Return
Home.
I will carry your
Echo with me
Until time
Comes
That I may return
It to you.
From spurned lips
Fall curses
Into the abyss.
They can only touch you if you believe.
Yet spurned lips,
They long
For longing in return.
I reopened the gate
And went out into
The
Great
Wilderness.
There I returned to the
Life
I new
As a child
And became
The
Peace
I have always carried.
For the birds welcomed me.
The wind embraced me.
The trees received me with a timeless remembering.
The dirt infused my senses with vivification.
The sky opened up in my heart
And the sun became a friend to my soul again.
I recalled this is where I belong.
There,
In
The
Great
Wilderness,
I did live
Once
More.
Catch my tears
with your cheeks
As our lips
They meet.
Inhale
My breath
Into your depths
And don’t forget
The path your
heart drifts
Is no longer alone.
Memories of
the soul
Always
Return
Home.