Being branded with shame
While it still boils in my blood
Leaves me with cold fingers
And vice-gripped lungs.
night leaves her breath on the windows;
mingling with Owl songs deep into black;
the stars crackle and burn the sky;
dreams propel the sleeper into silent fantasia;
mixing fact and fiction with wild abandon
a song appears on the horizon, a heart beating,
and a white horse gallops into the Sunrise.
Moving from mere observation and listening
sliding into silence, all separation evaporates
and you become one with your surroundings
so much so that you feel you have disappeared.
I used to think I had something someone wanted.
I was young innocent and not drunk.
I don't have power influence or even money for you honey.
Just this empty soul with no where to be but where I am
open to me the gates of love
let loves gaze burn off all my dross
that so I may with pure heart love, love back.
goodbye will outstay hello
and memory will make up what cannot be remembered
where there are no blanks, only darkened rooms.
Let my silence teach you
what my words
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.