It is not that if we are willing to give love unconditionally
that we will be met with reciprocation
by those whom we want to give unconditionally to.
It is that if we give unconditionally,
those who see themselves as worthy of their own grace
will open up to the gift of accepting the joy we want to give.
Your deep
lush eyes
stare
right
through me.
The distance
between us
grows ever
larger
with my
yearning.
The perfect
sym - metry
of
your
face
reflects
the
imperfections
of my
soul.
Save me.
Nourish me.
Nurture me.
Allow me
this small
victory
so that
I may be
at peace
with myself.
Let me go
set me
free
This is
not
who I am
This is
not
who
I want
to be.
I am
enslaved
by you
but I want
to break free.
Let me go, I say.
Let me be.
I don't think life teaches those who hurt us lessons, like: they will learn of what they missed, regret and melancholy will dawn on them, they will come around to realising what they have lost. Instead, I think life quietly holds up a mirror and if we look closely enough we will see the parts of ourselves we have tried to give away, reflecting back to us - ready for the taking. No, there is no lesson learnt by those who - intentionally, or unintentionally - hurt. There is no moment of awakening for them to the loss that is you. There is only ever you. And what you can bring to yourself. Always.
What is this
feeling
pour-
ing out of
me?
I feel it run
threw the
sinews
at the back
of my thighs
flooding my
calves with
thick
currents.
It sits behind my
rib cage and
sings ever so
loudly
calling out a
desire for life
to the
universe.
It turns my
stomach
into a pit
of anticipation
only for the
rawest
tenderest
beauty.
It fears not
the ugly
nor
the grotesque
but welcomes
them to rest
beneath the down
of my lip.
It screams
and howls
from within,
madly into
oblivion
and passes
its energy
on into
life
ad infinitum.
This. Is a
wolf coming
home.
It is
nature's
truest
form of
love.
When
you
touch
me
the seasons
change.
Little green
leaves fall
from the branches
of my trees
and are
replaced with
a breeze
blowing through
where they lived.
Birds perch
on my edges
for
a fleeting
moment
and then fly
away
as if they
were never
there to
begin.
The sun rises and
sets and as twi-
light
engulfs me
for a second
I know -
all
is well.
Life
has taught
me
that
i
am not
above
hurt,
pain,
regret,
addiction
needing,
wanting,
ignoring,
feeling
losing,
longing,
desiring,
burning
raging,
aching,
fuelling,
hurting
faulting,
drowning,
crying,
and even
surviving.
Life
has
taught
me
that
i
am
nothing
and in being
nothing
I am
everything
(grotesque
and
glorious)
all at
once.
