You are seen
You belong
You can lean
Don’t be strong
Show your pain
Show your fears
Let it rain
Shed those tears
I will not leave you
I'll stay at your side
Nothing I will do
Nothing I will try
Show it all
Open to me
Let yourself fall
Set yourself free
You are seen

I weigh a little over a hundred pounds
and some say, I do not weigh enough
my steps do not sink deep enough
“You weigh nothing”
“I could just carry you around”
Someone could easily lift me
When I’m carried,
Suddenly, weights combine and their footprints become more
defined
But it’s not my steps, I do not leave anything behind
And I think
Not enough of me exists
To make an impression

there is a holy silence that binds
souls together

a silence that takes up room
a palpable presence

not like the empty silence that destroys
and splits people apart

a holy silence that warms hearts
and connects long lost lovers

silence of the *divine mystery

i feel your cold arms around me
i feel your cold breath in my neck
i feel your cold voice whispering in my ear
i feel your cold heart beating in my back

the comfort you gives me makes me cry
my heart will always belong to you
so as my soul
so as my body

you are always with me
even when i cannot see
you say "you belong to me
but your spirit is free"

the darkness of my world
is so similar to yours
the loneliness of my heart
and the emptiness of your

with your helmet i went to the shadows
in your chariot i ran away from this
in your world i could rest
with your presence i felt at home again

where are you now
my invisible master?
when are we going to meet again
and celebrate the joy of death?

whenever i'm crying
your long fingers cleans my tears
whenever i'm smiling
your dark eyes look into my soul

i feel your cold arms around me
i feel your cold breath in my neck
i feel your cold voice whispering in my ear
i feel your cold heart beating in my back

and you've never been here
alive

Never leave her waiting,
Just because you know she will.

i apologize
for the burden i’m being
with my worthless presence
and my constant leaving

*c.b.

Feel the tremor…
…The flicker…
The static charge
Of bliss
Whisper HER sweet
Breath through
Your Being.

No time to stop,
No time to be waylaid
By Fears’ tearful face.
Kiss this moment awake
Caress it’s cheek,
Open your eyes
To the Beauty beating
In your trembling breast.

The bird by the river
Does not ask ‘why was I born?’
The bird by the river
She sings HER song.

The tree by the river
Asks not ‘what shall I do?’
The tree by the river
She blossoms and blooms.

The stones by the river
Ask not ‘wherefore or why?’
The stones by the river
Sit still and sigh.

The river
She sighs,
She dances,
She sings.
The river lets
Each moment
Give her wings.

The space of this room is impressed
with your former presence;
footsteps in the sand that refuse
to be washed away by time.
It's as though the air flows in accordance
to the memory of your breath,
and the light bends in a bow
to your absent beauty.
You have left this place in love with your touch,
as every trace of your hand is recounted
with the tock of the clock.
This place will never forget you,
and as I sit,
left alone from your leaving,
I toast the room and its close resemblance
to my own mind,
the other place that is unmistakably
touched by once knowing you,
and is left empty of all but your memory.