Do not let compassion and love
Merely be one
Of the many
Words we throw around so
Carelessly;
Action.
Do not let compassion and love
Merely be one
Of the many
Words we throw around so
Carelessly;
Action.
Whether deeds or words;
I pray you heal from things others have
Denied they
Ever did or said to you.
I can think of no other;
And even the little hairs on my body rejoice at the thought of you,
Reaching for you
As you come near.
The heat at my center spreads
And the words fail to fall from my lips;
They cannot make the connection from my mind to my heart
Crashing into one another
In the rush to embrace all of you.
All the particles of us disperse
As night and day disappear
Bursting forth at our touch.
Creation.
This glimmer,
A new universe
Beginning.
New elements we become.
Unprecedented.
I learned a long time ago I am my own validation.
Only I know what is happening to me
And only I know
How I feel,
That this is my reality.
The rest is just words
And I am choosing to save my breath for
Breathing and laughing rather than explaining.
The dead no longer care the view,
Whether brilliant or dull hues,
For in ashes and bone
They no longer roam.
Merely the living as they grieve
At the grave
Care the worldly display bringing comfort
Words cannot relay.
They try to reach him (me)
But
They do not know how.
He is lost (I am lost) only in this realm;
Found out there beyond.
I see them (he does too)
They do not see us.
And his voice sounds like
Music, silence and heartbeats.
They only know words.
There are no words to write.
No words to say.
That is okay.
There is more beauty than can be explained. There is more space between than can be fathomed.
More sense.
More healing.
Do not force what is not meant just to fill a space.
Let it be itself, let it be free, unchained.
Let it flow onward and away.
There is peace in nothing to say.
No more to add.
No more to take away.
Continue in stillness.
Perpetually learning
To unlearn.
And this is life.
A heart that sees and eyes that blink.
An ever steady soul flowing.
Evolve.
Expand beyond thoughts,
Beyond this word called sanity;
Creating worlds without boundaries.
Reaching. Pushing. Pulling.
Exponentially exploding.
Becoming only to undo
And
Remake
Evermore.
All the words She
Keeps inside
Have little teeth.
They are eating their way out
Through the lining
Of her stomach
In objection
Of being swallowed.