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My heart listens and hears clearly
The pain and anguish of my mind.
It in turn feels sadness and hurt.
My mind, seeing what it has done
Realizes that something is wrong.
It must look deep into itself,
And the mechanics of its will.
What has led to its will wilting
And the disconnection of thought
From being; from being alive and well,
From overcoming suffering
But being human nonetheless; being:
Experience, thought, love, and life;
Dissociated, my mind weeps
At my heart’s torment. It is there,
Awoken, that I can see me
And the way ahead. The new path.
Trying to find a place to be,
Somewhere far to inherit days;
To be young again, to have time
While knowing what it is to live:
To know, to feel, to trust, to see
And to live inside my heart’s home.
To find that stone on which I walked
All those years ago; and to smile.
I know what it is to have lived;
To uncover, to reveal once
So that I may find what is lost
Beneath all the stones I have walked.
What a pleasure to be older
But to live, to be young again.
Hot, sultry; it is night, now; dark.
Our dog is barking. Why? Wine waits
For another night. Music plays;
You’re choosing tonight; listening
And interposing; the moment
Brings your thoughts to me; what you see.
On the sliding door, to the night,
To the garden, your back rests; here,
Where I sit, you look; listening.
Tired, I know you are happy
Playing, sharing, some music, here,
Into the space we are sharing.
We are in our own theatre,
Characters you could write about;
I sit and write, smiling at you
While you sit and listen, and rest
To the music you choose, tonight.
Our dog has stopped barking, for now.
Bu it is still hot, still sultry.
We are happy, here, together.
Characters from a play, we smile.
Today we are being authentic.
We understand each other; now,
And strengthen. For the long week days
When we struggle to speak enough
And for it to be heard; stated,
We reiterate our authentic selves.
That is why we are happy now.
Smiling, we know what our lives mean
Here, together. To find a way:
That is the question. Not to wait:
That is the way, for the question.
Now you are resting on the floor,
Sweet melodies perfume the air
This night; a beautiful dark night
For star gazing; for wandering
In our thoughts, some dreams, together,
Quietly, authentically. Words;
And without them too we can know
And be surrounded by candles
Singing a hymn in our hearts; prayer –
And then our dog barks again; wakes
Us both from our conversation
That we held quietly; and smiles
That our dog woke us; wagging tail.
Alive. We are alive. Happy
To feel the hot, sultry night; hot;
Dreams infuse our life; awake, we stand. Life.
Through the remnants of a rock fall I weave
And try to find a way to solid ground.
In this place I cannot restore the earth
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Unworn, I can see through the picture; paint
Draws the image in my mind, a landscape
In which I walk. There are no trodden paths
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Symbols remind me, inspire me.
Traditional songs overpower my longing
For my future and often set me in stone
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Our garden; plenty. Colours, smells
For our breakfast, sunny spring sky
And birdsongs. We share the morning
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