Where does the miracle
of life
not sprout
if there is sun, earth and water?
Life is love
and love is life.
~
If only
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.
~
Si Seulement
Et si on se laissait libre comme les arbres qui nous protègent, debout et tout nus, les bras étendus vers le ciel, disant doucement les mots – viens, viens à moi, je me donne à toi, mon être entier, je suis à toi pour toujours, et rien ne peut nous retenir.
Si seulement tu savais que je suis prête, toute prête à me débarrasser de cette culpabilité et prendre les dimensions du ciel, de jeter les commencements et les fins et se trouver un, sans limite, vaste, exubérant, libre…
Si seulement.
Comment ce serait sublime.
~
Hitched
Make love
And pay bills
Together
Forever
Till death
Do us
Apart.
~
Swan song
heartache.
tears.
today,
i buried
a dream.
~
Heart full
Tears
Of the heart
Are invisible,
Only felt
by another heart
that has
wept.
~
Last words
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.
~
Life lines
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
~
I’m Sorry
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.
~
Wordplay
When you said:
“open your eyes!
look at the beauty
in my art!”
I thought,
First, close your eyes,
and see
the Beauty,
in your heart.
~
Rising
He looks at me,
With that smile.
My heart stills;
And my breath stops.
I’ve never been so alive.
~
