When I was born dawn’s secret ways
tattooed a map upon my heart.
Vivid rays impatiently drawing
every moment a butterfly’s wings
brushed the sun.
Until my soul was a museum
of extraordinary things
opening its doors
first to myself
then to the world.
Your soul
is expressing
itself
inside you
like an underground
river
nourishing
a whole
forest.
There are layers
to your soul
no one but you
will ever uncover.
There are even
beautifully lit rooms
within you
that you might never
open the door to
unless
the darkness outside
forces you to.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We learn to understand
That everything is touched by time
And time must run its course.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We carry our souls like a torch.
We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,
We bring our courage forth.
And when time is right we rise again
To reclaim our newfound worth.
You are linked together with the universe
in an infinite cosmic dance
partnering everything you have,
and ever will experience
in parallel steps to your own existence.
Grace is like an eraser
Vanishing all stains and black splotches
Inked on the divine soul canvas
by the human ego.
Your life wanders through you,
Lines of laughter and worry,
A hundred stitches of life,
Attaching moments to moments
On a canvas of skin stretched from
Beginning to end.
Conversations of silence and of words
Filling threadbare bags of years.
Carry it proudly, be with yourself, even in
Your loneliness, with all of your humanity.
For this journey is about you.
You are the life, you are the wanderer,
Wandering through
Yourself.
My solitude crossed
Your silence
And suddenly,
The wind changed course,
Whirling
Outbound ships
Back to shore.
I drowned myself
In the depth of you
And resurrected
As a constellation of Light.
In your labyrinth
Of added lives
I became lost
In your trackless breath,
I rose and fell,
Rose and fell.
Until I merged
Carrying your soul
Upon my back.
Close your eyes
and be the bird
upon the wind
stretch your wings
and be the wind
that carries you
Close your eyes
and be the air
that moves the wind
abandon your boundaries
and be the breath
that births the being
