The soul knows where it belongs It belongs where it is.
The body is unlearned, never fully at home
But the winds know
They bring us to where we need to be
They conspire to move us
If we listen, they will tell us great secrets
And we will know.
Scars become signposts
The talisman of a journey we chose
Alas, most times, we cannot listen
Truth is uncomfortable
Sitting in it feels impossible
Until they conspire again
And we find ourselves here.
SYNCHRONICITY
It is not the falling that hurts
And it’s not the skid that destroys
It is not the paint nor the canvas
The page nor the words
Gentle power deceives
Gradual shifts that are suddenly felt
Life is impact waiting to happen
Impact
The deepest part of me remembered him today
I remembered his face in his hands
She, standing over his shoulder, looked almost triumphant
Torn between making things better or worse
His head shook
He loved them both
The one who hurts and one who hurt her
Powerless
Though he tried
He had brought them both here
He brought them all here
But he could not protect them from each other
Though he tried
He
