Your face is daylight,
Learn why don’t you, to flow free?
Emotions too big for the body,
Carried across the infinite sea—
Your hands caress the breeze.
When will healing come,
Is that what you wonder?
With your faraway look,
Your voice trailing off into a book…
Your spirit is fire,
Feel it. Be it.
Be your own healer,
You – who are every infinity!
It is the cold spreading,
Leaching away the afternoon glow.
In waking dreams,
Certainties shatter, masks slip.
And the question of you and me,
In metaphor and jagged fragments,
That merge, collide and spin.
In the chill, in the alone,
An undulating rhythm builds—
The icy embrace of lost memory,
Rocking to its missing beats.
Through tattered sleep,
Through realities you can only make with words,
Through a long lost radiance touched once—
There are eternities to ponder
There are aeons left
The rainbow-self sights itself.
Oh so soft!
Goes the world.
Oh so slow!
Fall the words.
A ballet of blown leaves,
A flower springs from the hand.
In the ocean which leads to the Heart of the World,
All may flounder,
But all must surrender.