The wind whispers softly to me                                                               ­                                    
                                                                ­                                            
 Telling me how my life could be                                                                  ­                                                    
 A story unrehearsed                                                                          ­                                               
Love in every verse                                                                    ­                                                   
Of two who overcome                                                                            ­                      
the odds to falling in  love                                                                          ­                             
Gentle breeze , tell me more                                                                         ­                                                  
Let me know what love is for                                                                                 ­                                                      
I listen quietly every day                                                                          ­                                   
To hear if love is on the way                                                                     ­                                    
Even leaves fall in pairs                                                                          ­                                                     
It seems that love is everywhere       
                                                                                                    
Everywhere but here with me                                                                            ­                                                     
all alone under this old tree                                                                                                                                                      ­   
The wind caresses my skin                                                                  ­                                                    
Where loving hands could have been                                                                    ­                                              
Why must I be all alone                                                            ­                                                                 ­                    
I want a love of my own

I fall in a way I cannot explain
In a way I do not understand
Quickly, but with such force
With the sense of overwhelming love
Crippling me to my knees
Almost unable to bear

As I've fallen for you
This feeling is not as it was known
This love brings light
In a way the darkness cannot overcome
With your gaze, I'm lifted
With your touch, I am saved
With your kiss, I am at peace
I fell to depths I've never known

I move through the day
with my headphones on—
not just for the music,

but for the remembering.

A wire,
a pulse,
a quiet line
that tethers me

to the hush on the other side.

I charge them every night—
because she might need
the warmth of soundless presence,
the kind that doesn’t reach in,

   but wraps around.

She is hidden,
but not gone.

She is beneath
the hush of fabric and mercy,
where no eyes ****,

no explanations are required.

And I—
I go on,
lifting and lowering weight,
cutting silence with work,

holding space

for the one who is learning;
that Light can contain her
without devouring.


So I charge the headphones.
I keep the line open.
And I carry her
as lightly as I can,
because right now—

   that is how
   love breathes.

And underneath this blanket
of containment,
she is unfolding.

There is a safety here
that her spirit
so desperately needs..


As she learns how to Become,
   again

I walked past blue mountains,
Beside the crystal stream —
I ambled deep into the forest,
In a mist of emerald green.
Beams of light pirouetted,
Sol’s fire of purity,
Birds preened their wings,
In a shade of serenity.
Whispers rustled in the air,
Earth, water gushed,
A hymn of wind in symphony,
In harmony though hushed.
Midst the song of the forest,
A murmur in the breeze,
My soul, engulfed in silence,
Yet singing . . . at peace.
I stood on firm earthen ground,
At one with trees and ferns,
Knowing it’s from here I come,
And here I will return.

When I walked into the bright light,                                                                    ­                                                        I knew I had just lost my life                                                                             
I came upon a set of stairs                                                                         ­                                              
 Saw the Lord waiting up there                                                                     ­                                      
  He said, "My child you are free"    
                                                                 ­                                
  Come on up & you will see                                                                         ­
All your pain & your despair                                                                      ­                           
You've left behind, down there                                                                      ­                                                     
I saw the angels coming down for me                                                                       ­                                              
 Light & goodness, an ocean breeze          
                                                                                                     
Lifting, gliding, peacefully                                                                        ­                                           
Feeling their light passed through me                                                                                    ­                                                 
  As Jesus stood watch over me,                                                                                 ­                                                        I raised my eyes up to see         
                                                                                                                    ­
The gates of Heaven & beyond                                                          
                                                                ­                                               
People gathered singing songs            
                                               ­                                                                 ­        
Old friends, dear pets & family                                                           ­ 
                                                               ­                                                   
All waiting for me so patiently                                                                          ­                                                      
Surrounded by love & purity                                                                       ­                                                      
I knew I was where I should be    
                                                                                                                       
A joyous rush poured over me                                                               ­                                               
                                                                ­                                                
When Jesus extended his hand to me

Point A, on any taken time, in any common sense now,
linear thinking lets us time
our letter to word to phrase to line, step
by stepping, thinking later
now, using the Isaiah method, listening… thinking, then

perceiving thumb and fingers functioning thoughtlessly,
left hand leading with qwerty
uiop following from the right hand, neither caring
that one does more work, because e is so common.

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Enterprising
We "apprehend" many truths which we do not "comprehend"
[Richard Trench, "On the Study of Words," 1856]

As intelligent creatures, created word users fabricate wads
of mental connective issues, suitable for framing,
after skeining
   a hank of yarn,
      a spinner's helper child winds the clew.

Familiar incandescence, lamps from by gone world,
time as was for so very long,
if you take your leisure and spend most of it
in contemplative state, time spending, collecting

idle words left wasted and useless as ways and means
necessary before memory- slips away, as seems it does,
naturally, after memes made by imitation, mocked ritual,

laughing at danger of ever after holy hell, mocking right real

realm of sovreign gnosis recognition, right hand
most of us throw with, due to a modification,

a very long time ago, a dominant meme gene, ius, just
a word we use, justice… true just is, except for us, we
act X or Y
on instinct, if
we even once played serious hide and seek,
as the hidden.

We, the literary contemplative weform, reader and me…
     we think let us learn collectively,
we cohorts mixed and fused,
     we believe… leave us learn
we say let us, never say leave us,
    we hold such speech substandard, and
we insist, since the program began, in 1954,
    we sort according to scientific anonymous…

Did we try to make today just fine?

No Child Left Behind… {LaHaye… hehehai-}
ESSA… keep it up, live to learn, have a reason,

should one be asked, confident, have a reason, know.

What difference does it make to you, if I walk away,
none.
The truth is this is an imaginary tie, we think away,
call it music, think its words, we twist
to tie an old liar's joke to the idea we became
peace takers peace users make think become
thunk
peace too far past understanding
to leave be so, why some seem so
easy to let be past comprehension… gaseous we