If only

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If only we could be as free as the trees that protect us, standing naked, arms stretched out towards the sky, saying come, come to me, I give myself to you, my whole self, I am yours, forever and ever, and nothing can hold us back.

If only you knew that I am ready, oh, so ready, to put my guilt aside and grow as big as the sky, to throw away beginnings and ends and be one, limitless, expansive, ebullient, free…

If only.

How wonderful that would be.

~

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Last words

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I can’t hold myself up anymore.

I’ve fallen. I can’t get up. I can’t move. All my force has left me. All hope has left me. There is nowhere left to go.

This time, even my imagination has failed me.

I am lucky. I have many things to be grateful for.

But I am also tired. So tired. I am prepared to die right now. Right here. In this fallen state. In this void.

I am devoid of feeling.

I have no strength even to call His name. I pray He will take my tears as my offering. They are all I have left after this long, arduous journey. They are the only part of me that still move with life. The only proof of His infinite creativity left in this body, now quickly transforming into a crying corpse.

My tears are my greatest wealth. They contain my ecstasy. My despair. My joy. My sorrow. My loss. My pain. My bliss. They contain my stories. My very own stories. My stories. The greatest treasures I possess.

Let my tears join the oceans. And let the skies weep with my stories. My stories. The stories of humanity. The stories of existence. Let them bleed into your stories as your stories bleed into mine. And you will cry my tears as I cry yours. Our tears, coursing down the cheeks of this lifeless form. Take them, O great waters! There is nothing left in this body. This empty vessel now belongs to Time. Let it be transformed into the clay of the Earth once again. And let it be the womb of a new spring.

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Life lines

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i may be a little messy

maybe my lines are not that clean

or straight

they go over and under

woven blankets of chaos

until a pattern emerges.

–

i find it difficult

to draw what’s in front of me.

it’s far easier to draw

what’s within;

but that too,

is no easy task.

–

Regardless,

I still draw.

Draw;

Keep drawing;

Until my lines

Start dancing

With life

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I’m Sorry

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At some point

Fear won

And led me to think

I would lose Him

If I loved.

If I was loved.

In ignorance

I almost destroyed my heart,

without realising

That very heart

binds me

To Him.

And he,

With the largeness of his heart,

Met my harsh words

with kindness.

How blessed I am.

I thought

love would pull me away

lead me astray,

But I now see

It is He

Who pulled me into Love.

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