sometimes you have to jump off of a cliff,
a very high emotionally challenging cliff,
for impetus to grow wings . . .
explanations can't clarify
the nature of the cliff.
moments, as the rock face build-up,
had their purpose in the process
as the fabric of now airborne
is possessed with the results.
thoughts about me
most deeply reflect your feelings
succinctly about yourself.
there is revelation that passes between us
as inward conversation
before it has words to say.
time does not measure or account
for how we play this as melody.
at this point, I am very monk-like within,
most of the time.
every day has process,
possessed with a drawnness
that presents of itself.
I trust that inner wisdom
has come your way
as your slowing down allows.
I am in the same room with you
yet I get to travel far beyond
what our mindful permits.
you can't be that isolated from me
as to be sending me your love.
we are much closer to oneness
then for that to be so.
I am not on the outside of us
looking in.
I am well aware
as we are both driven and drawn.
this dance takes many forms
as people place themselves accordingly
for their needs.
we are only a next feeling away
from our origins of that hum.
it has no storyline to live up to.
it just is and professes itself
by a radiance that becomes an awareness
as feelings, poignant, in unrestrained depth
and written within
in soulful ink....free hand.
please know,
there may come a time
(even in this lifetime)
when we are face to face
as we are then attentive audience
to what are spirits have to say
to and through each other . . .
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