Listening, no sudden judgement – a receiver,
My mind open, I believe;
Words of utmost transparency.
Don’t be fretful of that which you cannot speak,
Life’s tough, arduous – we know that.
Shared. No seclusion, nor segregation.
A voice to paragraph, to feel in kind;
Life, and love, and all that’s between.
Sometimes I dream, and sometimes I’m bitterly real.
What can be done, achieved, felt – it’s a sad mystery.
But I ponder… what’s best?
Maybe it nullifies disappointment.
Maybe… simply, it’s beyond knowledge;
Knowing, that’s the hardest part – isn’t it always…?
Knowing what to say, and what to leave be;
Misinterpretation – demon dweller of frail words
Creeping ’round the corner, settling in cavernous cracks,
Yell the voices of pain-riddled pasts’.
Bathe within the beat of your chest,
The motion of your up and down breath,
Ground it all in reality – tight knot, heavy anchor.
Forge it into stone too heavy to drag behind,
And leave the grey mist,
The ambiguity of mind’s irrationality.
Be free… Live free…
So, let it all begin again.