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To Understand Love

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Before you understand the depth of love

You must be willing to ride the wave,

With salt water tangling your hair

And blinding your vision. You must risk

Crashing upon the shore and living

With sandy grit embedded in your skin.

Before you know love as the lone thing

That keeps the world in focus

You must expose your soul to hatred;

You must see it in the eyes of a rabid man who

Tortures the souls of those unlike himself.

You must hear it in the words spoken

With intent to damage hearts and stomp spirits.

You must push against injustice by shining

As if you are the sun itself.

You must allow the goodness residing deep within to rise

Like an ocean swell moving under wind and wave,

across directions, and miles unknown.

You must be the weeping love who holds

The listless fingers taking his last breath…

Love wipes her tears, takes another breath, and tarries on.

When you become the love of no complaint

You will understand love is not constrained in life or death.

Memories

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Scattered shells reflect

mere whispers of what once was

and what might have been.

For all we know…

Love fills the soul  one drop at a time. As the vessel swells to capacity, one finds it is never full for it flows like a river, consuming all it touches,  winding as it forgets no one, nourishing the gentle weeds within its path until they bloom. It sings a sweet lullaby of dripping tears and waterfalls as it dances it way back to whence we came. Love never ends; it rebirths time and again, and the trickle of stream becomes a roaring ocean of all that ever was and will be.

Love fills the soul
one drop at a time.
As the vessel swells to capacity,
one finds it is never full 
for it flows like a river,
consuming all it touches,
winding as it forgets no one,
nourishing the gentle weeds
within its path until they bloom.
It sings a sweet lullaby
of dripping tears and waterfalls
as it dances its way back
to whence it came.
Love never ends;
it rebirths time and again,
and the trickle of stream
becomes a roaring ocean
of all that ever was and is to be.

RIP sweet Sherri

The Climax

When faced with time’s test, wash away the years and tears of living’s unrest.

When faced with time’s test,
wash away the years and tears
of living’s unrest.

In This Moment

Living and dying; an everyday balance of nature’s beauty.

Living and dying;
an everyday balance
of nature’s beauty.

Calcified

Tears thin out our blood as time and living flesh us down to shell and bone

Tears thin out our blood
as time and living flesh us
down to shell and bone.

Perceptions

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I do not know the weight of mud,

the way they say it sucks you down

and throws upon you what you’ve outgrown;

but I do know the weight of blood,

how it ties you to life, to love,

and to people you’ve never known.

 

I know too well the lapse of days,

the way minutes disappear into years

and the shrinking time leads my fears;

but I do not know if spirit stays

when bound to this plan, to this love

of listening to what the heart hears.

 

I do not know the flight of bird,

the arc of wing or speed of air

or if he flies without a care;

but I do know the might of word,

whether it was kind and fair

or when spoken pain was spared.

 

I do not know the stretch of trees,

if their long arms dare to hug the sun

while underground roots continually run;

but I do know the catch of please,

how you are obligated to do or be done

as if you were ever really anyone.

 

And yet I know the cost of wind,

what is lost when  breath lets go

and that which was will cease to know;

and better, I know the frost of sin

when all bitterness returns to snow.

In the cold, life and love still grow.

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