Ebbing and flowing as a wave
Falling and rising to brief peak
Splintering and shattering to the sea
The deep suction seep
Pouring
into
wells
to
channeled veins
Rippling its song unto
the next line

Dancing with my reflections
I'd rather not see
Though I need to open my eyes

I feel the darkness
I feel the light
I find myself torn between the two
Parts of both run through
Merging to taste both sides
To feel as We do
Strainer container
We all hold our truth

The broken pieces
The bits of clay that hold the water as it spins away
Does it need to be fixed
Or can we cherish it as it is
The parts fit a mold of another shape or can make a mosaic to create the pictures face
What do you see

Does it change the picture
Does cherishing the broken make them whole

How can what I see be real
How can the I be the only truth
My awareness is a reflection of me and my mood
It changes as it
                         moves

When the suffering comes it hurts
The heart feels tight
The head muddled and fuzzy
The mind irritated
The body pained and numbing
The ears hear all too well the spluttering conversations and monkeys chatters swell
The mouth bumbling lines that don't quite feel right
The spirit knows
Insight
The lesson and the emotions will be shared in time
Unity
Combine our dear sentiments

We are the leaves falling off the tree
We are dying
To be reborn