Somewhere between not yet and no longer.
Do you know it?
You can find me there.
Sit, please, tell me how you hurt.
Share with me all the thoughts that keep you up at night,
and indulge me in the little quirks you've mastered
to fill that space between not yet and no longer.
I have cigarettes and all the time in between.

I believe some people were born to be lonely,
and I'm believing more and more we were born to be seen,
and not understood.
But I don't want to be seen or understood.
One is too humble,
the other too grandiose.
I long for some place in between -
I long to be heard.
What an incredibly lonely place that is.

I know not how to remedy the gaps
between two opposing chemicals.
Too happy.
Too sad.
Too alone.
Too needy.
The cycle goes on and carries me from here to there,
too quickly,
or too slowly.
I just do what I'm told and take my pill.
'ONE at night'
and self medicate with caffeine and nicotine in between.

Now I smoke more than I ever have.
I don't know if I'm trying to fill a space
or **** something inside of me.
Either way it passes the time between now and finding out,
between not yet
and no longer.

His still, small whispers melt into my mind
Like hot chocolate at dusk
Like a welcoming morning mocha aroma,
With an embrace louder than dawning fears;

Not demanding, but offering healing,
Inspiring and revealing -
Like a balm to my bruises
Like a brace to my body.

And so trembling, I wrap the echo of his words
Around my weary soul
But my weak heart
Cannot hold his words
As I bump and brush
Against other fragile hearts.

But still I sit in his serene shade
And he breaths these enveloping words:
"I understand."
And so I rest in his soft strong arms.

Each On His Level

They say it all –
Each on his level
To his level.
Coming out each second -
Truths
To ears and eyes
Meant for/attracted to…

Exactly right
For the occasion,
Creatures ready find themselves
There listening, hearing, doing
At their level
Drawn to taste
By not one wasted atom.

Laws in action
Never ceasing,
Always acting,
Causing acting,
Causing end without a single motor.

It on every level
Reaching those who listen out of needs
Wholly intangible.

Prophets must be the most boring
In the world,
Pushing forward,
Never knowing when to stop.

Then, according to the law
We’re prophets all – to someone.

Each On His Level 5.19.2007
Nature of & In Reality; Definitely Didactic; To The Child Mystic;
Arlene Corwin

-Understood-

The blue shining sea.
The orange autumn leaves.
The simple things in life,
that make us feel complete.
The warm rays of sun.
The white shining moon.
If these thing ever left it,
would be to soon.
No emotions to feel,
no colors to see.
What would happen to people,
like you and me?
No sadness but also no happiness,
No pain but also no pleasure.
These things go together like,
Two birds of a feather.
Without good there is no bad,
without bad there is no good
You need two of everything so
It can be understood

And now I finally understand
The horse
Whose heart exploded
In the middle of the race.