His words float like jewels in the darkness and quiet of my heart.
We live in the warm and soft darkness together,
A darkness that is not sad or lonely, but strong and free.
I hear my heartbeats echo in the soft darkness that holds us together.
A place of emptiness but bursting with truth and love.
I would tell you more, but it is not my truth to share, it is his.
His is the only one that works.
His pointings have taken me back to a place I never left,
But a place I had forgotten existed.
Thank God it had not forgotten me.
In self-imposed solitary seclusion
the so-called facts are in doubt.
It appears the spells have been lifted and forgotten,
And life has become merely withstood,
Why just withstood?
Why just survived?
Let’s bring back the spells.
Believe not in other’s so-called facts
But in the universal truth.
Surrender to the beauty of solitary seclusion
And rejoice in the freedom it brings
to enjoy what is,
and not what only appears to be.
Is it really a new beginning?
Or just a start to another finish.
I suppose it could be a way to a means.
Or a means to an ending.
Or maybe just an ending to another new beginning…
Only time will tell.
Fights its way through the cold.
The wind tries to push it away but can’t.
Starshine is powerful.
Its mission unstoppable but incomplete.
And despite its power to travel through the depths of the universe,
its journey of a trillion light years will end here,
Deep inside my dark brown eyes.
Seashells and wave echoes
swirled and laughed in the emptiness behind my eyes.
But now I have let them go, sent them away,
unlocked the door and set them free.
The remaining empty space is vast, but quiet, and soft.
Yet never truly empty despite my best efforts
for when I’m not looking, the wave echoes return to roll around the edges of my inner space
They blend with a stillness that never stands still,
and become a part of the flow and wash in the space behind my eyes.
It is an expanding space that can hold everything and more.
More me, more us,
together in the completeness of warm love and peace.
So come my love, kick off your shoes and dance with me again.
Listen to the song of the seashells and watch…
watch the empty space fill with us and only us.
Catch the wave echoes when they come around again and
this one last time,
It’s too late now.
No point in trying to start over.
It is back.
Same but different.
I feel like I’m waiting.
Waiting for life to pass as children do when they play games
killing time to grow up.
I’m killing time to die.
But it’s not a sad state.
It feels normal.
A part of the progression of life.
Moving toward the end,
is smooth and well… it’s okay.
I feel sometimes like time has stopped.
My quest for life’s riches has ceased to be important and, in its place,
is a quiet resignation, a comfort.
Gratitude fills me with the knowing that all is as it should be.
There truly is a time for every purpose under heaven…
That sweet quiet time,
between just you and me.
Softness and warmth.
Holding, silent, sleepy.
Here in each others’ arms,
Does she know?
Doesn’t she feel it,
That piece of him that has gone missing, again?
Where does it go, where does he take it and who does he give it to?
Does she know?
It isn’t lost, I have captured it.
I hold that missing part of him.
The part that she is missing.
The part he gives only to me.
The pieces of him that I can’t have are far greater than the one she misses,
but at least I know what to name it.