Messengers

the dead send messages

on the wings of birds

in the language of loss

 

i sit in silence

listening

 

wounds so heavy

only silence helps

carry them

A Thing Made of Holes

"there is a time in life when you expect the world to be

always full of new things. and then comes a day when 

you realize that is not how it will be at all. you see that

life will become a thing made of holes...absences...losses

things that were there and no longer. and you realize

too..that you have to grow around and between the gaps."

trying.....

Survived

so much

anger

against myself

it is not 

my way

to

howl

over a

loss

one wing

crown missing

survived

 

Do Your Worst

 

there comes a time when you 

 

need

 

to just sit with your 

 

loss

 

wrap your arms around

 

yourself

 

and invite loss to do it's

 

worst

 

if you

 

survive

 

then you can deal

with what is

 

left

 

of yourself....

Damn

image by tamra davisson

yesterday

  hold your head and

rock

kind of day

damn this

 

 heart

 

damn this

 

 mind

 

damn this 

 

body

 

damn

damn

 

damn

Written Across the Sky

if only

i could be other than 

what i am

i can't

 one loss

too far

i'm now something

i can't name...or

understand

there is a certain 

poetry to that

written across the sky

tucked in among the

stars

Where Are You Spark?

"so much depends upon the lighting of this fire...

so neatly laid. a platform of kindling...a floor of 

fine twigs snapped from the underside of a fir...

a nest of shredded bark over which broken pine

branches are balanced to draw the flame upward.

plenty of fuel...plenty of oxygen. all the elements

are in place. but without the spark it is only a pile

of dead sticks. so much depends on the spark."

where are you

spark?

Truth #6

The Thread of All Sorrows

Kindness

naomi shihab nye

Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things..

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand..

what you counted and carefully saved..

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside..

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore..

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day

to mail letters and purchase bread..

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say:

It is I you have been looking for..

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

today finds me feeling loss

deep in my bones as i watch

the thread of all sorrows

unravel...