If you laugh and cry
every day,
this is an emotional
spectrum
worthy of pursuit
and full presence.
The laugher
fandangos,
pitch spires into
gelatinous buoyancy,
to the brim where
wrinkles and lungs rejoice.
The brain has a welling, a swarm,
a release and a
faintness of synaptic fragrance
spread all around.
Whatever the
stimulus,
the mind has
embraced and moved on
as if it were a
fabulous sunset
now with an afterglow.
The tears, that they
come,
could have been from
a laughter’s wince,
a meltdown of
emotion released,
though not
straightforwardly acknowledged.
But the tears, as in most tears,
they come from
outskirts, from remotes,
from burdens woven
with exhaustion,
from damns of
resistance,
from empathies of
reach, from way-gone’s
that have a backdrop
of deep memory,
issues overstocked
with emotional subterfuge,
and from simple illogical emotional innocence.
Tears
are not easy on the leave-take.
Tears maybe full
blown and forthright
but that which may
have caused them
may not nor ever be
cleared, in principle.
That emotional
script behind the release
as tears may be
stalwart and linger,
may be in code,
say cried out but
not broken,
may be tear-full
knowledge
but not understood
in rational terms.
Oh the tears may
always be fluid
but the source place
may be invincibly strong
and belie all the chemistry of concrete
but presented in a
disguised fluid state.
That journey of
discovery requires deftness
beyond rational, or artful deconstruction.
It may require an
immersion,
an empathy with wide
vision
and soul wisdom by
presence.
How that comes to
pass
is everyone’s life
mystery
but not always
observed, disclosed
or even discovered.
Tears as evidence of
the concrete,
are generally in
plain sight,
but not truly
discerned
nor dissolved into
the heartfelt
and their true
spirit-source . . .
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