Peace is heard in her words;
relief in their comforting notions
of love and compassion.
Her alchemy changes pain into feathers
teasing smiles from faces of stone. Now my journey seems shorter,
and my shoes like they were made for marathons, and even when I am,
I'm no longer alone.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ by Geneen Marie Haugen
Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.
Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.
Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.
If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws,
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear
your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.
Photo of @thewitchesmuse ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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March 19 - I found my heart sealed in an envelope on the front porch, labeled with a bloody stamp that read, “return to sender”. It took the weight of this organ in my hands, seeping through a folded piece of paper, for me to realize that I gave parts of myself to someone who was incapable of caring for them. I remembered the wrapping process. There were never enough ribbons and bows to staple against the packing peanuts, but it was my attempt at making my protective shield a little less bland and a little more beautiful. I wanted it to be easy for you. To untie the knots that I overlapped nine times, to dig through a seemingly endless box only to find an organ lodged in a separate compartment, hidden in the top right corner. I hoped you would be up for a challenge. Not seeing this as a gift but as an opportunity to put something before yourself. You were never selfish. I always told myself that. And I try to believe the sounds that come out of my mouth when I say that everything is going to be okay. I’m not thinking about adjusting to life without you. I’m not thinking about the amount of times that I’ve given up on what should’ve been my priorities, then placing you in the first three open slots. You came first, and I was lucky if I came last. You’ve made this home inside of me, but now it seems less full. It seems like I have this image of a body without a soul, sitting on the stem of my brain. It looks tired, sick almost, seemingly without purpose. I once saw you sitting there, full of life, full of love, full of this need to make me feel nothing less than wanted. But your soul moved on, leaving behind a corroding carcass that has already infected all of the parts that I have left of you in my mind. Every image of you is now distorted, dipped in black ink and crumpled up. Our memories blow through my head like forgotten tumbleweeds that yearned to bloom into something more than dust. I can’t say I’m sorry for giving pieces of myself to you when you clearly weren’t ready, but I can say I’m sorry for expecting more from someone who always preferred less.
Take me to a place where the water is clear and the white sand is abundant.
To a place that feels like it is distant from your troubles but brings you closer to alignment with your purpose.
Take me to where the water is shallow enough to feel safe. But deep enough to get lost.
Take me to where the sun shines steady, but the clouds linger and remind me to be grateful for what I have.
Take me there- where dreams meet wishes, where hopes meet reality, where plans meet action. Take me where I can be embraced by Mother Nature and inspired to be like her.
Take me there- where I can do nothing, but feel everything. Take me to the gentle breeze that gives me breath, and to that quiet nothing that gives me peace.
Take me away.... so that I can return whole once again. @sunitsuchdev
23123 minutes ago
I want to always with you because your softness I never found,
Where I go, you go with me and I feel that this is pure love,
My hand on your hand is a dream of my childhood,
I always have to be very careful but now with you, I became more,
Know your feeling and thought cause you need to tell, I just feel you,
Do you cry for this love, when you feel me a lot cause I do for you,
Never get enough of you that make me feel you fully.
Beaten into nothing
Truth rubs raw
Transcending and traversing
Vanity, confusion, facades
Falling back into the cradle
To depths beyond
Swaddled and rocked
By forces unknown
All company surrendered,
Besides my own
In a vacuum—no cries
A veiled stillness lullabies
A warm blanket, a soft breath
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me