The Newsfeed

Slowly, but surely, I will
whittle you down, til
no more negativity
blasts to mind's
peripheral vision,

and

Incrementally, I will
diminish your status in
unfollowing and unliking
the power that once held
sway to my thirsting eyes
and seeking mind

and at last
I will have peace to anchor
these bones, and begin to sew
back spirit & soul

I am constantly weeping.
There is an unknown ocean
in the depths of my core
and as I get older, the more
those waters rise, rise, rise
up to the ceiling of my self
and spill over into the reading
of an article online - listening
to another heart & soul break -
when my bones don't know
why it walks this blessed/cursed
earth.

I don't understand the weeping.
It's tied to the roots of sadness
and anger, but somehow wound
up in the branches of happiness
and satisfaction - this constant
dripping from this deep dark
ocean is at times a boulder
on my body - and in a whiplash -
a cathartic knife for my soul.

But I weep not alone.

What took you away
from the hippity hop
of patterned words
within the soul?

where did you fly to
and hide from - us
who once gleefully
shadowed your heart's
door?

Have you abandoned us,
long time we've wasted,
searching for the lost path
once aligned with
your lettered feet?

And now, your face
arises from the deep
hidden places, surfacing
rapidly out of the mists
to the delight of
our quickening
heart.

She stood there with a handful
of emotions, wreathing about,
twisting beyond clutched fingers
up arm and into heart -

and deft whispers of doubts
began to dig a hole at her
core, scoop out the heart
and toss it to the earth
beneath her feet.

She stood standing with
limp hands, hole in the
middle because shadowed
twisting snakes chewed out
her heart and slithered away

I stand on a precipice,
looking out into the land
of the beautiful impossible,
and I am told to jump -
Jump and spread
your wings - Wings
that I do not see
but only can I
feel - wings given
for free, wings attached
with string, and steel,
wings borrowed in
this slivered space -
Stand straight, I am
told, stand tall,
spread them as
far as the horizon -
Jump!

I look at you and
the world sharpens,
inhales and zooms
into me, racing,
coursing, cascading
throughout my body
into and throughout
my marrow; embracing
and intertwining with
my thoughts out
into the very finger tips
that take hold of your
face to look up and
see you smiling at me

When you breath
I breathe, and we
inhale words,
exhale thoughts,
and move in motions
that propel us into
each other's soul

I opened my eyes and
I saw the world through
you, drank in thoughts
I never knew, inhaled
exhaled happenings
because of you, and 
when I  blink, we blink 
in fours, hold on in fours
and walk on in fours -
and all of this I never
knew, before
I met you

and we will grow in
full expression of our
thoughts towards one another -
these inkling seeds that root
deep into our earthen minds,
tenderly peeking up and out
into Rain Showers, Clasping Sunbeams
and Stretching Gusts of Wind

My Love, I have walked too long,
too hard, on rocks, thorns and 
crushed roses to simply let go 
of Your hand, leave the presence
of the Shadow of Your Wing
and the secret Cleft of Your Rock
Lover of my soul, I cling to You
as You cling to me, wrestling,
on this side of heaven, with
the shadow within, 

Beloved, I've walked 
too long and too hard
to let go... 

I don't have to worry
about the future or
even think about
tomorrow, but I
love how we fit
into this moment
of this day...

Missing you is like
the call of the ocean,
where my bones reach
out for you across endless
praire, stretch to the very
sense of you beyond
earth and sky

You are simple joys
embraced and delved into -
as cold water on a hot day,
spring showers for thirsting
green throats, a brief breeze
through a muggy evening, and holding
hands to know you are here;
Such simple joys to make
the life walk all the more
sweeter...

We journey soul-ward

with each gesture, word, 

and gaze, tunnelling through

amusing moments, thought-provoking

passings, and landscaped laughter

to only conclude at each step

that we think same thoughts

speak same words,

and perhaps

share same

soul

Live freely, and be prepared to
embrace the pain when it mingles
with love given, and love freely
and meld that pain into those
embraces, into those smiles
and into slow motions of
inhaled and exhaled breaths

It was sudden, surprising quick
when your face appeared, and
your heart soon followed to
grapple with mine, knocking
at each other's pulsating door
wondering, would we let each
other in?

Beloved, You breath and my heart beats
You lovingly whisper to my bones and
a smile comes unfetched to the
corners of my face, and I live
laugh and love each day
for I am bound to the
threads of Your heart. 

I keep telling myself,
you're not it so that maybe
you'll be it, but at the same time
not it so my heart won't have to
restart when you walk away. 

At a time, she crept out onto
random leaf, wove a home
and blossomed into the winged
beauty that now flies before
my eyes. 

You are a matter of mini miracles
cascading throughout moments
of minutes, days and years, accomplishing
a renewal of relationship between Father
and daughter, Creator and created
Lover and loved -

You are a matter of multiplied miracles 
that pulsate throughout me.