I've so many opinions
contrived from the mind
conspiring for their place
in the world of duplicity.
The moment I think
this is something I've built
that's the time to give it away
If I hold on, then I risk
Coming from the heart is a promise I made -
that way I stay soft. I can speak
so as another might formulate
an image of my making
or create an emotion
that in the next instance is gone.
Our nuanced projections
are subject to change
I watch as each one of them drifts in
or moves on,
or lingers for gentle acknowledgement.
In life imperfections become joy --
we have to see where we fit in
But we don't...we shant;
Boundaries expand with each breath
So many small moments spent
sitting on the edge
We forget what we are waiting for.
Vulnerability is my shield
There the shadows fall away
and fear has nothing to grasp.
It is blessedness to be leisurely
with one's thoughts
so the Fae have said,
and I said, "yes".
I cling only to the opening
that calls itself heart;
one of many inspirations
that transcends home
Which in the past I left behind,
but it followed me back into density
and took me into high mountains.
I've taken pause. The views are amazing.
For A Friend