Sugar coated toxic dreams
Perfume of a vile spew.
From mouth he screams to ‘eat it’.
Do not warn others,
Do not spit it out.
He tells you, you do not care.
The fact that you don’t want to eat his poison
Malicious intent he says you have,
But he sees his own reflection …
Incapable of claiming it.
Fields of sweet
Dark night sky
Chilled to the bone
Notes long lost
Wishing for difference
Accepting the past
Wounds heal slow
Fresh new beginning
Sardines in a jar,
Friends who don’t speak,
Injuries needing treatment.
Long drives with nowhere to go.
A refusing of getting ‘too close’.
Service toward others,
An unwitting presentation.
Naive, coasting along, being.
Knowledge held back,
Sleeper knows not, they sleep.
Understanding sets in …
Or does it?
Two doors opening to star filled skies. You say you’ve never felt like this before. Surely you have, although you may not remember, for you all are like me, and I am like you. Deeply, what affects one affects all.
Gracious gifts we give to each other through our experiences. Knowingly or not, every event that has impact on your life will affect every life around you. People do not even have to be in the same room, the same city, or state, or even county. It is all interconnected, WE are all interconnected.
I see you laughing, I feel your joy, I sense your heartache, your pain. I witness the battle as it is waged and I see you standing, so brave, so strong. I want to be like you, I envision a world where everyone is … fighting for peace and freedom in a new fashion, yet an old one too, reborn into a world of chaos.
I am glad you are here to teach us the ways of peace. I am thrilled to find that these threads belong to me, are present within my being. Even though we are apart, we are near, heart to heart.
Thank you for showing me how it is done. Thank you for teaching me patience. Thank you for steadfastly showing me that perseverance for a cause benefiting all, increases, blossoming and healing.
I am blessed to witness you as you breathe. I am joined to you, our roots entangled through time. As time speeds up, and then slows once more, we arrive at seasons, where we can relax, and know it was all worth it.
Molded into the confines of outlines, growth is stunted. Freedom’s delicate, yet powerful, force contained. Running hard to the end of tether relief is found, release is sought. Pacing.
The living, over yonder, still there? Movement is absent, silence, thoughts run rampant, possible realities dreamed.
Hollow embraced as each melds into the next. The road, no one on it, empty, once overgrown laid bare now.
A loop holding attachments, what if it should break? Single hole becoming vast space, loose, all falling away. Weight of burden disappearing without trace, in a flash, in an instant.
Flipping switches, on and off, become a low flame in the night, giving warmth. The buzz is silenced, all becoming calm.
Smooth waters, silt on bottom, they churn and collect oxygen, bringing life to the living.
Ragged edges, glorified, now the norm. They are chosen over whole, over complete and strong.
Falling, slowly without awareness. Smiling as though it were a pleasure, lost.