I wish only to walk in the rain.
As life thunders around me
imperfection after imperfection
(often mine)
I wish for peace.
And I wish to walk in the rain.
Tag: Spiritual journey
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Coming back
I must come back.
Back home, once again
to the depths.
To find a home in the world
and beneath it,
in the deep,
where I belong,
and do not belong.
I must find home
in both the deep
and the shallows
for good.
I must learn to live
and breathe
with
and without
fear.
My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place.
I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.
My truth will always be a sweet and soft sorrow. It’s really quite lovely; please don’t feel sad for it.
And yet, it is lonely, and home only to me.
I wonder what lives within the hearts of the others.
I am here,
darling heart.
And I allow you
to open
to the natural unfolding
of life.
But isn’t it entirely beautiful
to be you.
I will always be
the divine love
that is
us.
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As You Are
There is no need to be fearful
of the ‘not enough’.
Of the
too different to fit in,
to be chosen.
You are who you are,
and you will rise as you will rise.
Take care
and wander with head held high.
As you are.
To become
you
again
and again.
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Someone, Somewhere
Beneath the surface,
gripped by the ripples
of life gone by.
It is a sad softness, and there are cold
lashes of fear, set into the marrow
of my bones.
Take this tender heart, I whisper.
To someone.
Somewhere.
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A Little While
There is silence
where the gaps are.
Weeping holes
in a persons soul, for life,
or just,
perhaps,
for a little while.
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In The Gentle Woods
It is the depths that call me here.
It is the silence
and the bells
of yesterdays wish.
Let there be now.
Let there be this walk alone
in the gentle woods.
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