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

once again.

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 time,

this one last time,

never

let

go.

A Story I Tell Myself

It is a story I tell myself.

I repeat it over and over until

it becomes my story, my plan, my hope and

for a while, just a little while,

I am able to convince myself that it’s all true.

It sinks in, it makes sense, it’s easy and right.

Yet it remains just a story I tell myself but

Sometimes,

sometimes,

Even he believes it.