What would I spend my time on
if I'm not spending it on love?
What else would I look for
if I no longer look for love?
Where would my dreams take me
if I'm not dreaming about love?
What would I do with my life
if I'm not sacrificing it for love?
Moving forward in time is an illusion; LIFE exists across time and space. NOW is the magical moment where the union of the PAST, the PRESENT, and the FUTURE occurs.
What would I spend my time on
if I'm not spending it on love?
What else would I look for
if I no longer look for love?
Where would my dreams take me
if I'm not dreaming about love?
What would I do with my life
if I'm not sacrificing it for love?
The tight laces tied back
holding the guards
that are up
like tall walls looming
over and around my heart
are coming undone tonight.
With a finger's pull
the laces loosen
the walls move farther
the cage of ribs fills up with air
conquering space, expands
and my heart leaps forth
through my breasts
like an untamed horse
through the ocean parted.
How do I get this boulder
off of my chest, my shoulder,
This boulder that's daming up the creek
yearning to flow ever so freely?
Walking beside another
we learn the pace, the rhythm,
the perspective
of another soul's earthly dance.
We commit to an unspoken covenant
to dance together, side by side.
We slow down or speed up
to harmonize our moves
to keep that silent promise
out of sheer curiosity
to learn the pace of another life,
what the ticking of another heart
can be like.
I light a candle
at the feet of St. Anthony for you
The patron saint of all things lost
thinking of you,
the boy from St. Anthony's.
I should have known.
Going back home has turned into
this whole mixture of emotions
because of you.
You hugged me tight and long
and left
looking back at me standing there
over and over
till we were no longer in sight
of each other.
It was my farewell
but you were the one that left.
The warmth of the fondness,
that sat on the luxurious couch
in the living room of my mind palace,
at the center of my heart
has left, like you.
The pain, the fear, the grief
the emptiness, the weight, the silence
have taken its place
instead.
How wonderful would it be
to have you now...
We would have drifted apart even
if you lived.
But now that you are gone,
you are more alive
roaming in the maze of my mind.
Lucky you...
-Nush-
Nothing else is left
from all that's sown and reaped
but a Bitter Goard from a bitter God
to survive the whole winter.
They say it's good for you
that it's nourishment, a healer.
Nothing else is left
from all that's sown and reaped
but the pain and the punishment,
quite enough, quite close
to knocking my guard down.
But they say it is good for you.
That it is medicine.
that the darkness is the womb
and silence, part of the treatment.
So, be patient, my patient.
In this dark womb of silence
grow patience.
The weight of the soil that buries you
is the weight of the soul that carries you
up, and up, to crack the crust
and out into that long-lost light.
-Uththara-
I can feel all the animals in me
pacing, gracing, piercing,
across the vast plains of my Psyche;
pecking, picking, perching
or flying across the endless skies;
resting, sleeping, hibernatinguntil the month of May
or waiting patiently for a prey;
yearning in heat for a lover's call
the thirst, the hunger
and the satiation of it all,
I can feel them all.
-Uththara-