The echos of love
will unravel your soul.
Let them.
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I always thought I’d become a hermit. I saw myself in the bush somewhere, surrounded by breaking sticks and bark for miles and I was home there. No one to argue with. No one to feel too much of.
I’m not far off what I thought I’d be, I realised the other day.
I have only a few good friends.
I enjoy only the shortest get togethers before I search for the nearest exit. I like it this way. A little bit of a lot, is better than a lot of a little bit, to me.
Not that I don’t like people, quite the opposite. People can be miraculous when they allow themselves to be. When they even know the miraculous is available to them…and that’s where the hermit thing comes in. Not many people around here know about miraculous humanity.
And so I’m not a hermit, not really.
But then, I am in a way.
I always will be, but for the few I choose carefully.
And I do choose. Carefully.
And usually with love.
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Best Friends
Oh, the softness you are.
The sweet story of you
whistled through my pages,
the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to
life.
There is nothing more beautiful
than the glistening shards
of a lifetime of broken hearts
melting together again.
This softness,
this story of two best friends,
fills my heart with quiet.
When the roar is over
there is only me
smiling softly.
And you,
somewhere.
Somewhere in time
gone by.
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This Quiet Place
I’m feeling a little tender, today.
It’s a lovely feeling, don’t get me wrong. Soft and sweet, like a warm rainy day. It’s a feeling I’ve sat with at various points over the last few years, a new softness that has grown into me like the sweetest of dreams.
It’s just…it’s an aching quiet, actually, is what it is.
A middle land. A place for me to live within the beauty of this moment, a place to also feel the absence of the hearts and souls that bring me to life. How beautiful it is to connect with souls who fill you with life itself. How beautiful it is to love them. If only I could bottle them and keep them with me always.
I’ll never regret a moment of this winding life.
The aches that have held me so firmly in place some days, the internal fights that have cracked me open. The surrender. It’s all a part of it, isn’t it? This life we all try so hard to control— there is no controlling it. Even if we could catch the wind in a jar…how could we possibly know it was in there?
I am handing you this small patch of quiet in the hopes you might pin it to your heart, or your soul, or somewhere nice. That the soft of me might bring you some comfort, or friendship, or whatever it is that might be missing for you in this moment.
To those friends I am missing: I love you. You are a part of me.
To those I will never meet again, it was sweet. (Or not. Just sayin’)
And to the parts of me that are magically brewing in some invisible place, waiting to be seen and known and touched: I am here.
I will wait.
In this quiet place, I will wait.
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Those Eyes
There is a softness between us.
I gaze, but I do not see you first.
I feel you, first.
I know you,
first,
down to the bones that hold you.
I would ask for a kiss,
but I see it there
waiting
in your eyes.
Those eyes.
Bring me those eyes, one more time,
forever.
Bring me my medicine,
oh, sweet love!
What cruel, dark night
is this that finds me?
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Beautifully Us
Take me to the fire.
Dance with me
in the spaces between
the flames.
Burn with me, into
the quiet
of everything pure.
Everything.
Perfectly
beautifully
us.
Darling of my soul.
Darling of my soul.
Darling heart,
sing sweetly
with dreams of the tomorrow sun.
Hold me in my broken longing.
Balance my soul with a million stars
plucked
from the eternal night of love.
And let him come,
dear and darling heart.
Steady and sure,
let him find us when he has
drifted into the honey
of his own sweet soul.
For what is yet to exist
has already been written.
Let it be, darling heart.
Let it be love.
What if
this moment spun into a million sparks
of you and me.
Wrapped around each other’s
bodies and breath,
folded into the heady fabric of
now.
What if
this bliss already exists
because you are
in me,
and I am in you
now.
Not someday.
Now.
What if.
I remember how it feels to be kissed by the soul of another.
How deep and rare, to be touched like that.
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