Language

They are using different languages
But are speaking the same words
Translation is just the skin
The interpretation rides on

Speaking the syllables of a smile
The metaphors of touch
They delve far beyond where mere meaning begins to congeal
Her lips move, purse and part
And he hears their rhythm
His eyes blink, flicker and miss
And she's read his story

Their instruments of expression rest on the intangible
Through poems of embraces
And sonnets of caresses
Through phrases of togetherness
Breathing through the pauses
And punctuating each breath.

Their grammar consists of peace
Stitched together with limericks of trust
Spun out of the yarn of affection
Their verbs are synonymous with Love
Creating and distributing all its forms
Dyeing in, shades of harmony
Into their exalted fabric of Life.

Their speech is a but a look
A thought
An intention
Conveyed through wordless prose
And tranquil wonder
Spoken through brackets of voice
And saturated silence.

Each letter
Of each gaze
Narrates the strength of their story
They complete each others sentences
Without the words to speak
They know the conversation of feelings
And the blind communication of Love
Because understanding goes so far beyond words
Beyond forevers
Beyond translations
They know
And that is their only language.

Transition

Let not this transition faze you
After all, you are only crossing a bridge
It may steep up or drop down to challenge you
But it certainly will not divide
Because it staples together the moments of your life
And you just need to trust its flow.

Hold on, even though you feel yourself lacerate
Because this passage will only be as far as you need it
Before you see land again
And can step off its ropey, rocky platform
And fall into balance again.

It is unstable
But only because it was meant to be
Because it connects sound platforms
It follows the law of the calm before the storm
And the storm before the calm.
It doesn't attempt to frighten you
Although that is how it may feel
But it is only a phase
Like the moon changing shape.

It leaves what was once before
Altered
For better or for worse
On the road ahead
And it is up to you to mould it
To sharpen its edges
And make it fit that empty space.

It functions like a seam
Even though it is seamless
And relies on its invisibility to grab hold
And lead you forward.
Fear not it's presence
For you are only moving ahead
And this sweet flat spot
On the linear face of Time
Is the only way to get there.

Unclench

Let us not clutch
To the yesterdays of our lives
Dispense with all the rubbish left over
After squeezing the positive dry.

Cold
Is akin
To the Present that has past
Distinguishing the potential
Of the next
As warm, in texture.

Choose
Not to swim
The pneumatic swirls of the gone too long
For, the phobia of cementing
Into the cold
Can freeze even the bravest lion heart.

What is now
And what you can make of the nows to come
Should be the only interference in the pond of your imagination
Delve into the past
Only for inspiration
Of its all encompassing teaching
And battle on
In the forest of the unknown
Lap the shores
Of what is to come..

Unclench
The fear.

Chosen

And she

Whose partnership with life
Spanned perhaps a single batch of seasons
Within in a circle
Selflessly offered her most precious belonging
Through Love
Into the folds
Of the Divine Blanket of Light
Considered it spent
In sacrifice
As if entirely on loan
In the purest, most ultimate attempt to teach
Of the limitless strength
Welled deep within the Spirit
To be recognized
Developed
And drawn
The way liquid fills a straw
When one attempts to drink
Filling the vacuum
Comprising the pain and shadow darkness
And restoring a semblance of acceptance
No matter how frail
To build upon.

Let not this experience
Steal your faith in Love
Your stronghold on the Path of Providence
Let it not snatch your will to feel
Pleasure or pain
And leave behind your senses.
Carry no burden
Of this incomprehensible loss
But allow for your Soul to breathe in
Its meaning and purpose.
It is not a punishment
But the strongest opportunity
Brought about by the most tremendous of Souls
Surrendering her breath
To demonstrate he lesson
Insuring your growth into the Light
And decanting the truth
Through the most supreme of promises
Dealt to you all
Along your journey.

You were rich for her presence then
For her life was solely for you
And her radiant glow continues to burn
Igniting your strength
With the stamina of understanding
Illuminating your road ahead
And enriching your Soul
The way only she could
The reason for which she was Chosen.

Determination

To breathe, and to be free
Unburdened by the pressures of worry
To arrest the clout
That may have stored itself
In barnacles of uncertainty
And dejection,
To elate
The Spirit and the senses
So they may relish the exhilaration
Of being born
In this here and now,
To strangle fear
In its tracks
And reject rejection
No more submission to abuse
Inflicted or derived
Rebel against their currents
And stretch into a new subsistence
Laser sharp strength
Resilient and focused
To conquer
And sublimate
To rely, unwithholding -
On Courage, unsuppressed
On Faith, concentrated
On Breath, unfiltered
To never submit
To a lesser force
Or external force
To weakness
Or impatience
But to soldier on
Driven by resolve
By passion
Bordering on obsession
To wash out superstition
Desperation
Accusations
And so-called warnings
Fed by ignorant minds
And lead on
Further on that path
Where your strength fires you on.
You don't give up
Because it is everything that you succeed
Imperative.
Your Soul will offer
And accept
Nothing less.
When this Light is guiding you
You will reach that summit
That destination of brilliance
Because this determination
Composed from such a source
Will deliver no less.

Windcheater

No more scars to be etched

Within the flesh of my raw emotional armour

I wear my windcheater against your words

Your whip and sword

And watch your might dilute.

Staring into your eyes

I no longer see the black

The unfiltered darkness

The curses of the world,

The rain of comprehension

Has drained my eyes clean

There's no mirror in your eyes anymore

My heart doesnt beat through your gaze anymore

Nor do the seasons rise and fall

Rivers breathe and flow

Winds bend and break...

Mysteries aren't wonderous anymore

No more

Not those represented lies

There are no more valiant acted-battles

Nor are there false tributes

To your trust in me

At least I learned

And learned to repair

Before the flood of this betrayal

Massacred my ability to reboot my heart and mind

Refresh and reload

Before the concrete set.

Innocence in its depth

Love in all its brilliance

Mirth from all its infinite quarters

Were poured back into my core

The dirt of the pain

The torture

Was decanted

And dusted

With all the apprehension and suspended confusion

To regenerate

Rebuild

Replenish

Burn forward and out

Into a continuation

A divine oblivion

Restored.

Life Is Lived

It is possibly the whirl

Of the seasons and the tides

Of rain and shine

Of waxing and waning

And circles within the mind

That shelter us

From the parallel to life

Its pair and opposite.

It is perhaps growing accustomed

To witnessing cycles and loops

Of each day and its reverse

That throws us into conundrum

When a halt appears.

No need for thought

No need for words

No use for desire

No use for change

Holding no purpose

For fire and cold

For the wind and sun

For the senses

For the shell,

The tangible and intangible

All are but the same now

Existing on a non-existent plane.

No use for breath

For time

For space,

That too

Falls in the same pocket.

Perhaps it is the permanence of death

Which is what stuns.

It drains the sense

And reason

From the self

Because dipping the pen in this ink

Once

Paints everything black

Blank

Into the endless.

But this is not an opportunity to crumble

Drenching yourself with despair

With unbent reason

With the distress of sorrow

With insane grief.

No.

This position is a farce

As untrue as a night with sun

And a breath without air,

Because you never truly leave

You were here once

And will be beyond

Translating death, in fact, to be

Nothing.

Death is not an end

It is simply a pause

Realized or unrealized

Rolling out its red carpet

Before the Soul begins to beat again.

Estranged from Life

But only for a moment

The Soul repletes

To be reinstated

And sanctioned

Into the living.

This state is not to be mourned

It is to be rejoiced and honoured

For a life dwells on through its life

Each second spent

Replenished

And cherished.

You live on through the photographs of the memories in each mind

Cradled within the Unseen Eye

Each frame of each breath

Now a treasure

And pleasure

To perceive.

You persist and subsist

Through the sheen of your sparkle

Your verve

Vivacity

Resplendent with each heartbeat

Shared with each Soul.

Animate

And shimmering

Your life sings

As it is born each day

Shining as the sun shines

Upon a deep blue sky.

No force

No matter how dense

Can consolidate life into a box

And conceal it

Behind the wings of unliving.

Life is lived.

It is cherished

And smothered with passion

And breathed

And relished

And delighted in.

Infinitely.

Nothing can take that away.