When I breathe deeply
So the light comes in
When I quiet my mind
So the mist comes clear
While I tried to be brave
Standing on sorrow’s shore
Adding my own tears
To the deluge
Nudge
Nudge the icicle
Just a little…
A little harder
With all my subtle energy
Nudge
Creaking
Nudge
Crack
The details lost
No greys or shadows
The colours lost
No textured nuance
And it occurs to me
The same thing happens
When I shine the light too hard
On the truths I’m seeking
In a tiny dot
Of twinkling light
A hundred billion stars reside
The moon slides by
Smiling at me
Full and proud
Chest puffed out
A tiny ball of dust and rock
No
Through me
No
No no
She looked into me
Deeply
She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility