My home stars keep calling my name.
Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms
I visit them in my dreams.
I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.
My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.
Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.
So much gets lost between soul and mind
As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.
My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.
I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this
Is infinite and continuous.
Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.
For it truly is more than love and that is why so many continue to try and define it.
It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.
There is no human word to encompass love.
And so the writers write and the singers sing.
The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.
Every one of us ponder
On and on and on
More spice and peppers,
Hot and vibrant.
Turning up the heat,
The warmth flushes through
With every bite.
Savory deliciousness .
The dead no longer care the view,
Whether brilliant or dull hues,
For in ashes and bone
They no longer roam.
Merely the living as they grieve
At the grave
Care the worldly display bringing comfort
Words cannot relay.
I am running all over,
People talk at me.
Their eyes darting
Anywhere else but mine
Looking for escape.
And I tell myself I am fine,
There is nothing wrong,
But every message I get from humans
Is i am not.
And I choke back the tears sometimes
And I laugh out loud at myself
And they walk on,
Walk on by
And I wish them love.
Nothing but love
Because I see their pain swirling around their hearts and minds.
And they still won’t look me in the eyes.
They turn away
And turn away again.
And I turn to the Angels
All around us
And thank them believing they see me.
I keep going and going
Knowing We are all here for a reason.
I need reminders
My knees are weak
It feels as if a corset has been tightened
Around my ribs a
Cinch too tight.
Inhaling little bits;
Shallow and dizzy.
I am on a slippery slope.
Can’t seem to get a grip.
And what if one day
I just don’t have
Keep a hold of,
If i am not strong enough to fight myself?