fly

i can see my patterns. i can see the fight. i can see the distance, i push myself, from the light. i have a way that brings me down. it kicks and screams, and shields the night. its dark with force and dwells in growth. without words, it closes doors. i do not know, why, i am this way. i am the knife and the movement within its slice. how can this be, i ask? or is it Shiva coming to end my time? and suddenly it feels to slip on its other side. and the light stands right, inside to guide the tide that washes through, to free, to free, to free the child all the way to be, a ball of light. and with every wave, i exhale its tail and claws or outer costume frock. it leaves me softer, calmer and brighter with delight. the rhythm sings of the same beat. yet with every wave, it feels as cain but in truth it is more, more than me, more than us, more than i imagine it to be. because only love could patiently continue to stay with me, through the changing ways. and only love could cleanse through walls of pain. and only love can hold me still. yes it is more. it must be, it is, definitely, God's love, for all, to be

free

it was elevated. it was a story, sketched into the rocks, drizzling pinkness into the sky. it played with the sea, turning circles inwardly to stand so still. like a shooting star, it flew into the dawn and existed by night. an embrace, cracking the shell and opening the heart enough to feel past the breaking waves, past the childhood dreams to the deepness of why it came to be. this feeling, this shift, melting desire to be so quiet, so quiet, so quiet in the tumbling of the storm. and as it parts, its magnificent Light shines, bringing me to fall, in a sweet humbleness to be so near, so near, so near. and the rest seems to rest as it was never meant to be. and it's no longer about me but more so about Thee. perfect lotuses spinning in love, so free, so free, so free

yin-yang

i used to feel you inside my blood, like a venom sucking the light from within. i felt you so close, sliding through and crashing upon my fragile bones with hammer strokes. i felt so weak to your impulse. i felt a slave inside a cage. i held my breath, paralyzed from the knees. And despite the sea, the clouds, the feeling of love, i could not find the strength to move. i imagined you to be a ruthless beast. but today i see your face. and its beautiful.

ants

the abstract patterns on this dress slips from my shoulders. i can no longer hide within the lace. i am so raw. so exposed to the dark claws that creep up my legs that try to pull me into its mouth. but free from the ruffles and over-volume-sphere like skirts, its eyes are clear and suddenly i can't help but laugh for its tinier than i thought. and in the joy of this surprise, it shrinks beneath my feet. and i can breathe. i can be free from the weight, i hid beneath, underneath my wings. i can fly higher. and i see how it was never quite me.

peAcZ

the grassy meadows free from lines or tall armor fly freely in every direction. its a meeting, a joining, a blending for every inch to raise high enough and then low enough to circle around and stay so clear, so near until the point of falling into one. and this happens again and again like the clover to renounce the very essence of our petals. and the motion sings sweeter than before, rejoicing to be for Thee, the Alpha and Omega with no break in between.

ticking

it simply is
clear as light
sweet as love
is the only
truth
that shall forever
be

remember

subebajasubebajas

it's true
what rises falls
but what falls also rises
don't fear the fall

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burning waves cover her eyes as orange drops. the heat slowly melts her bones to bend, to fade into crisp pages of a story. no longer afraid, she sits within its flame. growing patience, she curls into the yellow...