i listen
for your wisdom.
i yearn
for your touch.
i close my eyes,
and
almost
feel you
guiding me to safety.
it is so dark,
without you.
the silence
so full.
without,
there is nothing.
but i will find you
within.
and we shall dance again,
as lovers and friends do.
we shall laugh once more
as angels and children do.
i open my eyes
and see through this cloud.
i open my eyes
and see i am here,
with you
in my heart.
i am almost ready to fly again.
twisting,
and
turning,
and
slipping through
this land
and the next.
what wonders
did you trickle past
before you came
to tickle my toes?
what joy it is
to float with you
and explore these sandy shores.
in this eternal summer
of sunshine and smiles
we are,
love.
but as i climb back on land
you continue on to vistas new.
what will you see?
what will you do?
without me.
will you remember our games?
how we played happily?
will you ever return?
perhaps one day I’ll float along and find you,
but not today.
I hear the sun setting.
can you hear it too?
it sounds
like
the beginning
of something new.
it frightens me.
yet, it welcomes you.
I’m not sure if I like it.
No.
I don’t like it.
but,
do you?
in the deep night,
I still
hear that soft
silence
beckoning so sweetly.
the sun rises,
without you.
i heard nothing
crescendo at dawn.
did you?
I’ll never know,
but i do know
that you know
that
I love you.
listen………
breathe……………,
and hear the nothing-
ness
that explodes from your nurtured heart.
inspired by a million little
instances,
each one
more perfect than
a
single
grain
of
sand.
there is a song in that quiet empty.
a song of longing,
a song of love.
let the song take you.
let it
make you.
open your chest and join the chorus.
this is your song
too.
a thirst for adventure
but not the water in your bowl.
…
a hunger for affection
but not meat and bones.
…
you have appetites still,
that this world cannot fill.
so prepare to continue on your way.
preparing yourself.
preparing us.
why must you go
and leave me?
so many journeys we’ve taken
together.
but on this one,
you go
alone.
you will live in my heart, and my sweet memories
(of course that’s what they ALL say),
but
I want your stinky fur in my nose.
I want your cold nose pressed to my neck.
I want to see you run
free,
constantly teaching
me how
to be a free
being.
But your job is done:
My soul IS free.
My heart is full.
My most precious treasure,
protected, safe, and STRONG.
we are wiser
for you.
for you,
my lovely beast.
lost in this world, but
for you.
thank you
shadowy tendrils
of doubt
strengthen tested infirmities:
real and imagined.
do i really deserve to fly?
do i really deserve to dream?
am i right,
to love without reason?
have i truly set myself free?
anger
fear
and righteousness
all fell
away (not too long ago).
but doubt-
fed by desire,
creativity,
and hope,
shrinks and grows with every breath.
how do i bear this love for life?
how do i live this love for me?
how do i share this love with the world?
and,
how do i share this love with you?
—–just shaddup and buy the damn game.—–
—————the Time is Now———–
star’s light
burns.
so you look down
and nuzzle the earth.
such grand ethereality
shall not stain and mar your filthy wonder.
earthbound and grounded,
you seek your element.
so
be elemental.
so,
be simple.
the new
beauty,
is
basic.
or,
perhaps….
By Grace,
and By Love,
you have missed your calling:
pigs don’t fly,
but you ain’t no pig.
i mourn
the loss of your wings.
i mourn
the loss of your flame.
please come back up
and wipe my tears away.
look at that leaf,
twirling downwards and
spinning so sweetly.
a magical nature interlude.
What divine
and
simple pleasures surround us in every moment.
then
crash,
into a wet pile
of cat shit.
fate flickers,
and twists
your nose.
again.
desire burns
all fears
away.
joy
tickles every chore
histories of pain
mold and rot;
while the same
sweet memories age the soul,
like wine.
no success awaits,
for it
has always been
here,
next to you, holding your hand.
will you not take my hand,
please?
toe
to heel and
heel
to the stars,
you know not where
or why
you go.
but go you do.
go,
you must.
the answer
roils
under the pungent musk of dead leaves.
whispered there by ravens
and crows
and mice.
the hour draws near,
and you walk.
and you walk on.
all paths lead to love.
but will your path lead to her?
and you walk on.
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