As falls the water
So fall I
Into the chasm
The inevitable course
Into the tumult I tumble
Fractured until no more than mist
There in the light discover
The true nature of I
Refracting all hues of possibility
Disassembled I
Finds the path
From broken to whole
The change comes
From full light
To a beacon
In the coming darkness
Scant illumination
But enough to see me
Through night’s passage
With faith for
A new day coming
On calm seas
I take a moment
Just to sit and be
In my own thoughts
My own body
Reflect on the emotions
All bottled up
Which fill me to overflowing
When they come
Leave the sluice gates open
Don’t restrict the flow
Let them wash over me
Allow them to take what they will
The torrent is hard
And full
A tumult of the repressed
When the tide finally ebbs
Walk the flood path
Take stock of the flotsam and jetsam
Retrieve what is dear and useful
Leave whatever is not
After thanking it
For the lessons
Insight comes
But not without its reckonings
And with these comes healing
To be in motion
Is my way of stilling thoughts
Stillness quells the pain
Detritus and treasures
The flotsam and jetsam
Of mes forgotten
And discarded
Wash ashore
There to be beachcombed
Collected and collated
Discovering the pieces
For a me I can reconstruct
Stone breaks the surface
Of a void expanse
Empty to the edge of nothingness
The spare rock
Forms a peak atop a slope
Extending down I know not how deep
So I dive
Into the depths
To find the foundation
Of me
So that I might rise
Knowing the nature of self
And walk the featureless plain of me
Into being
Occluded skies
Reflected in a secluded cove
Cold, still water
With the clarity of glass
Now I
In this diffuse, scattered light
See the depths in crisp detail
A bed of granite
Obscured by sand and silt
In this, I see myself
The bedrock of me
Beneath a sediment of memory
And these beneath the terrible weight
Of experiences so fully repressed
As to be rendered transparent
So I stir up the bottom
Cloud the water
See what patterns emerge
To reveal the dark matter that is the forgotten me
When I lost her
Some small but integral
Part of my being
Broke away
For a while
It floated nearby
Just out of reach
Yet a lingering presence
The current of time
The drift of the everyday
That Island of her
Receded further and further
Until one day
I scanned the horizon
No Island was there
A single tear fell into the sea
The sea was unperturbed
It said to me
You have learned to live without her
That is all
I understood
I had forgiven her
And myself
For our breakup
I’d allowed the blame
To drift away
Which made me
Whole again
Be soft
She said
Like velvet
Bend with the wind
Like grass
In the field
So when others
Touch your life
They are not cut
And if they lean on you
A little hard
You do not break
All this broken glass
You wear
From your past
It harms you
As much as those
You love
And what is not
Already broken
Is brittle
With the slightest pressure
It shatters
Into shards you wield as weapons
Learn to be soft
Before you crumble
To no more than sand
Or only when
You are naught but dust
Will you ever be soft
There was a small crack
Which let the light in
Amber and warm
To dispel the gloomy darkness
But left the shadows
So I could see both
Where I was going
And where I’d come from
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