I was talking with the stars one night,
just as every night,
about existential concepts and other nonsensical things.

What is the reason for distance?
So you can feel emotions, so you may connect with matter.
So that you may be able to understand
the awe-inspiring essence of existence.
So that you are able to exist.

Let's allow our bodies to fall back into the sea of,
of awe in sight blushing fluid leaves
enlighten hibernating trees
serenity, relax on open-faced sunflower centers
exhaling petals and half-crushed leaves for the blue above
Glide, let your body slide with the wind
Dissolve as raindrops dissipate, disintegrate, and absorb
Absorb,
Absorb
In awe

You might as well have no fence
since you're just going to jump from side to side,
rolling from side to side and in circles and in zigzags,
Throwing your body like a flailing fish,
Bending your pointer and just
Touch
It to the other lawn.
You'll just desecrate one side's bushes
only to give the other your excrement as a
sort of Mad Hatter's pagan offering.
You'll relieve yourself on the lawn,
upset the owner of said lawn,
who complains excessively about how tediously he cared for each blade,
how furious he was at your insensitivity and indecency,
how his heart is now as crinkled and dry as the result of your relief,
who then suddenly realizes yellow is his favorite color
and
pays you
to ***
on the rest of the green.

Oh, I can't wait until we can paint clashing colors on our neighbors' doors,
leaving love notes in star-shapes, saying ha ha ha ha, We love you!
It's okay because the paint comes off when you kiss your love
and appreciate the sky and nod to your reflections in the night eyes
and fall in love with someone's mind.

But only then, only then does our message enlighten.
It's our life purpose to brighten your slacking eyes and to inspire you
to smile at the trees, to make eye contact with the homeless, to give flowers to strangers.
Blow bubbles, blow kisses, wink, and embrace!

Oh, I can't wait until we bury each other in sand,
Oh, oh, I can't wait until I can smooth all woes walled into your forehead.
To count your freckles and draw my dreams on our bedroom walls.

Oh I can't to wait to put olives on your fingers, put olives on your fingertips,
Because you have silly tendencies.
Don't let jealousy convince desire to worship ice cream cone gravestones.
When you bite your lip, don't eat pennies for at least a while.

Oh, I can't wait to play hide and seek with our identities and fidelities.
Oh, I can't wait to gather basketfuls of hope and lust.
Oh, I can't wait to hunt for honeysuckles and trust.
Are any sapien sexuals willing to step forward and comfort me?

Because I can't wait to see you again.
But, I can wait, I can wait, because
We blow each other kisses.
MWAH!

Who are you, Sarah Jystad?
You feel so lost, so aloof.
Lost in a labyrinth of clouds and smoke,
you are not even able to see your mind.
Your stream seems is evaporating.
You're longing, you're aching,
you're distracting yourself
with words, with sighs,
with laughter and compromise.

You feel so lost.
You spent so many years
climbing, toiling on a mountain,
up or down, hill or mound,
it is impossible to tell,
but so blindly,
so full of hope to transcend yourself and the fog,
so full of disdain for yourself and your peers.

Who are you?
Are you the hand you see shaking the other's?
Are you the light that decides its own dimness, its own brightness?
Are you the sobs of every past and present tragedy?
Are you the shaking sobs in the extinguished lights?

Who are you?
Are you independence, freedom, kindness, bravery, wisdom?
Are you fear?

Are you your abilities or your adjectives?

Who are you, Sarah Jystad?
Are you your name?
Are you what you feel at this moment,
Exhausted and lonely?
Are you what you felt yesterday,
Vibrant and joyful?

Are you your love
for the wind, the sky, the trees,
for the smiles, the embraces, the caresses,
for language, knowledge, and philosophy?

Does your love for your love swallow you whole and declare,
Voila, it's You!

Who are you, Sarah Jystad?

You are smart enough to know
that You are Everything.

You are a spiritual warrior,
your battle cries inspire your mind.
You are the uninhibited laughter of Freedom.
You are the kindest tears of Compassion.
You are the Strength of every passion.
You are the adventures of the Body.
You are the Comprehending Ego and I of Philosophy.
You are the inevitable paradox of Good and Evil.
You are the silent tears of this Instant.

You are Everything..

You are History, you are Future.

You are Time.

You are those Voids.
You are the Void of all Voids!

Nevertheless, it goes without saying,
You'd be upset if someone hit your head
With a smoking pipe.

Know that I love you more than ever before
Know that our souls smile together,
Wisely content with the other's existence.
Know that with every second's passing
I sigh,
Feeling within the deepest enclaves
Of my heart and mind,
That we have years and years
that we have yet to expect to have
To love each other.
If you are tired,
Rest.
You are strong enough to be content
Without me by your side.
When I come home,
When you and I meet eyes and
Release our tears and smiles
of relief and joy,
All that opposed our happiness and peace
Will
Fall
Away.

I love you,
And you love me.

Time apart neither negates nor emulates.
Time together is hearts' ecstasies.

I love you, universe.

Sarah

Numbers are simply the ends and beginnings of fractions
each eye opening
each blink
all melds into one single
millionth second thoughts
identification exists and arrives with preferences
Everything makes me laugh!
Oh, the gods are exceptional jokesters.
Outloud, inside, cries of glee, confusion,
Me.
Oh, truly talented gods,
You are the best actors yet.