End of expectations bring realization’s commencement.

Intimate connections in a big world feels like a heart coming home and I have been away so long.

What pattern have I missed? A blueprint of understanding and comfort feels like an essential revival from so much loneliness.

The pain in the world has this shell closed so tightly that I question if it could be real – is it possible? Sure a turtle knows it’s my path, but after being on the road so long with little evidence of a true heart and mind of who’s meant to share this empty vessel.

To fill it with comfort and honesty – to collaborate joy and even suffering and sometimes anguish.

Intersecting lines with so much to say have answered the 36 and the test of eye in 4 minutes to pass into 10 with no discomfort.

Do we realize that it may be a brilliant and passing light that only lasts for this moment? Bright hot and invigorating but maybe temporary like a hot day at the end of summer before so many leaves are primed to fall from magestic skeletons.

Alarms meant to awaken in the dark alone and cold have cheated me from the resolution of my dreams. Deposited in the warmth of this container but for awhile and again longing for this heat that’s now so far away.

What can we expect to gain from knowing this design but so soon separated from a partner in crime without building the architecture that has been glimpsed from a heart’s longing.

The road to filling this vessel may be lost like the tracks washed out by so much rain and distance between us. Our hearts if true will find the way back where the eyes may fail. Can we feel our way through this without going back into this shell of hibernation once again? Only the heart knows what the eyes don’t see.

I’m trusting that it’s true.


Ash & Grain

Dream about everything because it overcomes fear
Plan for love to come back to you – even though maybe it never will

A mountain is made, a multitude of grains – particles beyond imagination
In their smallest forms can be washed away instantly – but in multitudes can weather many storms

Ash from fire stains the window of the souls eye and I can not see you through the vortex
A swirling window, a door to the place where I accumulate my missing particles – the pieces that confirm my form here and cure so much sadness that I have carried from the world

This gratification has never come easy or instant because suffering leaves the filters of a machine obstructed – until the correct solvent is found that can cleanse the spirit once more
Healing the lungs from ash that has choked us from recieving le souffle d’amour

The pragmatic asks, “how can it?” While the romantic speaks of dreams and sings of tomorrow
The literary recites qoutes of lore, speaks of fairness and how we are destined to repeat
Mathematicians tally the score and look for the angles to correct (and only right angles are correct)

Are we limited only by our mind or just our limitations? Does the body heal without the psyche’s approval?
Why do grains from the mountain wash away instead of accumulating with their brothers?
And why do the ashes of this newly grown tree fly on the wind to land directly on my pupils to paint my vision forever with your lovely limbs?

It is not only to ask – it is only to live in wonder, to run into the vortex – naked with only the armor of d’amour
That which heals you in mind & body – Turtle Shell Panther Spirit flying with Raven-Crow Wind Walker Flow