I want light. I am hungry for it.
Just a pure shot without doubt or fear.
Run through me, run through me, pulsing fast my
dear, how I need to know you (are) here.
Can you this, more than all stand right after a fall
beyond question of grace but something
like a loving squall
holding back but letting in slowly?
That old question, dusty, of trust worn, rusting but searching.
And so we are born.
A coin sent turning, a debt on our table, direct to the fall. Gold and yet not at all.
It feels like something of a stir, a wind, one clear note, singing in its spinning.
And with that face up landing, how you rise to rise.
This is light.
What you knew all along, ray braying through.
Grateful for this nearly lost possibility.
Grateful amidst the godness of you.
You can hear a voice recording of this poem: here.
It's a new day my friends.
The undertow is still as such but we in our beautiful hearts can start to heal as much.
Ok! Sorry for all the rhymes!
I will get back to my regular posting style soon.
Somehow, with the enormity of everything that has been going on...I haven't been able to attack it otherwise than through the gesture of a wider written word.
Hope that makes sense.
Love to you.
With seriously an ENORMOUS amount of love and gratitude from Provence,