Here in the silence
that lingers between each star.
Close your eyes,
let the sweet velvet black
And you will know
(you will know)
that this is all you need.
The twinkling silence that is you.
This is all you need.
I know when I am talking to a persons soul.
There is no feeling wider, deeper, more beautiful than to sit beside a friend and know them beyond their human story.
The vastness of them.
The invisible wonder; felt, yet unseen.
No feeling I’d rather choose. No place I’d rather be.
I try not to reject the aspects of humanity that never can reach the boundless home our spirits connect in: the place I find the shine in peoples eyes.
But how could life without that shine ever compare to the deep blue sea of a wide open soul?
I am addicted to my souls home.
I miss it, and my soul people, when I am not there.
Life is beyond anything I could ever think to complain about, though.
Life is beyond anything I could ever think.
I have seen myself in the world around me.
In the people, things and places I love.
In the people, things and places I hate.
In the people, things and places I care only slightly for.
I block myself from myself when I am afraid.
When love is too much, too broken or not enough.
When dreams meet reality and reality must win, for the greater good.
I block myself from myself because I don’t know who I am.
And I think I should.
Because others do.
I should, too.
And so it is I unzip my skin and let it all fall down around me.
The aching of lost dreams.
The stinging hope for dreams to come.
They eat my soul, I hold them close.
I am meeting myself.
I am losing (and missing) myself at the very same time.
In the lonely hours
they cry for their humanity.
For the lost past,
for the uncertain present
they wander lost.
I take a deep breath
and ask the world to soften.
The world never does soften.
So I fall behind its wind,
and I find my own
Music brought me undone again, today.
Unravelled. Beautifully. Thoroughly.
And though it’s not a surprise that music can so easily undress my soul, it is often a surprise to feel the way it surges and dances through my body.
How it grabs hold of my belly, my arms, my legs, and drags itself upwards.
How it grounds me. So deeply, so powerfully I could never fly away.
I don’t know why this happens to me.
All I know is that it is profoundly beautiful.
And I’m grateful.
I’m really so far beyond grateful.
Sweet aching quiet.
Soft night, curled up beside me.
I know you.
I know your fragile whispers, well.
The Christmas spirit never dies.
The Christmas spirit is forever and always,
so why put it away?
Do we not become our best selves
whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas?
Me thinks we do.
And so it is
I ask again:
why do we put it away?
Why do we put
Oh, the heat
that I see
that I feel
that I know.
I will be the flame
to my own fire.
I will light the path