I live my life through the words I write
From the smouldering coals and ashes
deep down within me,
you found the one ember still alight
and reignited the flame.
The flickering lights in my eyes,
heat building on my skin,
sparks jumping through my heart,
you brought it all back.
Perhaps we can leave it at that,
perhaps that’s enough.
Perhaps that’s what you were meant to do
for me,
and nothing more.
Time for a fresh start
a new beginning
in a path
I already find myself in the middle of.
Blow fresh wind into my sails
shine light anew upon the darkened corners
of my inner self
where I always felt
alone and confused and restless
upon emerging from the shadows cast there.
Bestow a new way forward
which can both replace and refresh
my projected journey
into the valley lying ahead.
Light me up,
now,
like the flame instantly flaring
upon the wooden match
scratched and dragged across
the igniter.
Make friction.
Scratch me, drag me and
light me up.
I want to burn.
Watch me burn.
I met souls like mine today.
In the same place at the same time
we came together
to learn
to share
to embrace the future.
Hearts that beat like mine
Minds that think like mine
Hands that write like mine
Souls pouring out like mine
surrounded me
and breathed new life into me.
I found myself again
amongst strangers
that I was yearning to find
amongst ‘my people’.
Maybe these are my new people.
Flickering flames of light
illuminate the air and objects around them,
dancing to a song only they can hear
with thin ribbons of smoke trailing up
from their outstretched arms
and dissipating into nothingness.
I wonder what song they’re dancing to
and how they can perform in both
syncronisity and individuality.
My eyes plead me not to attempt at
watching them all;
focus on one only –
I see a flame that dances by itself
but also
joins in with the others,
and another does the same.
I wonder if I can be like that, too.
Let go of the self-deprecating beliefs
that make you feel inadequate,
small or unworthy.
They do not speak the truth.
Why place people on a pedestal
when you’re unwilling
to place yourself on one, too?
We are all the same.
We are all learning
and growing
and we can do that together.
Where the dry, humid, sweat-provoking
heat once rested upon my skin,
a new, cool air rests instead,
dancing along the hairs extended
from their follicular homes.
The world feels different;
calm, soft,
gently braving us for the changes
waiting ahead.
Night lives longer
trees change color
the sun rests more.
The world shifts
as do I
to enter the warm, welcoming embrace
of September.
Stop, please.
Why in such a rush?
Alert your ears, quiet your voice.
A life grasped,
embraced, captured and
remembered through stories shared
offers comfort and hope
if listened to.
Knowing, to the core,
the world around us
is possible only through travel,
exploration and a mind open.
Who are we to say otherwise
from our stationary couch
and firmly planted feet.
Worlds surround us, call out to us.
Why not answer?
The longer you look
the more that appear,
faintly at first, emerging from the
blackened sky, until
millions of stars cast their light
upon our eyes.
Close your eyes, lose focus
and open them to experience
the wonder all over again.
Satellites roam, airplanes jet
and the soft, cool breeze of night
finds its way under the blankets
to rest against shivering skin.
Shivering
from the coolness
and
from the humility enveloping my soul.
Humbled by the reminder
of life’s impermanence,
jarring the body, the initial energy jolt
that reverberates for days, and then
months and years.
Does it change the color of glasses you
wear, facing the world every day?
For me, it does.
How to
optimize happiness,
invest in time with others,
give and accept love often and generously,
honor my inner compass;
listening to the answers of these frequent questions.
Displace the certainty of death
to today.
Live in today.
Only today.
Dawning Words 