sister don't believe yourself that way
because trust me one sweet day you will find your crown again.
dont let yourself
wear so thin
you are so wanted.
but unless you rise
you will not begin.
and i know you are awake but you like to pretend
to be asleep in hopes that maybe soon
you'll convince yourself
that nothing lies ahead.
but baby you have this anchor of hope
that will not leave you
sitting dead.
don't want to be dead
dont believe yourself that way
Monday, December 3, 2012
lost and found and don't look down
the future is untouchable because once we arrive to it, it will no longer be the future. it will be the present. it will be a present. so why do we invite the future to wrap its hands around our wrists, making us its puppets, hating it letting it begging it wanting it. affair.
i have been learning that we grow when we're not looking. and our thoughts do not always only bounce, some days they build houses or walls or bridges and do we decide which? some days i think we do.
once again i will say
how beautiful this all is.
a what a gift, what a fragile place, to be in love with the sheer notion of
living.
and i think of how much has changed and how much has been lost and found and i know in my bones that i wouldn't have it any other way.
and realising that if one man had not looked at one woman in that one corner of the world on that one day, they would have never had a child and that child would have never grown older and never met another grown child, and those two grown children would have never fallen into life together and they would have never had a you.
damn.
if you are too afraid to change the world, you never will.
a sister of mine told me saturday that changing one life is changing the world. and that i have done it and she has and that we were together right in that moment.
something enchanting to me about talking around a kitchen table with beautiful humans who are no longer orphans and who know that.
it's an underground railroad type of living that we do, where we love so much that it may be a secret because we do not know any words to articulate
the depths.
something enchanting about going home and understanding that you never truly left. because pieces of everywhere you have been and everyone you have loved linger like jewel dust on your skin and scent. and those places and people carry in them, pieces, of, you.
good thing you are so much.
i have been learning that we grow when we're not looking. and our thoughts do not always only bounce, some days they build houses or walls or bridges and do we decide which? some days i think we do.
once again i will say
how beautiful this all is.
a what a gift, what a fragile place, to be in love with the sheer notion of
living.
and i think of how much has changed and how much has been lost and found and i know in my bones that i wouldn't have it any other way.
and realising that if one man had not looked at one woman in that one corner of the world on that one day, they would have never had a child and that child would have never grown older and never met another grown child, and those two grown children would have never fallen into life together and they would have never had a you.
damn.
if you are too afraid to change the world, you never will.
a sister of mine told me saturday that changing one life is changing the world. and that i have done it and she has and that we were together right in that moment.
something enchanting to me about talking around a kitchen table with beautiful humans who are no longer orphans and who know that.
it's an underground railroad type of living that we do, where we love so much that it may be a secret because we do not know any words to articulate
the depths.
something enchanting about going home and understanding that you never truly left. because pieces of everywhere you have been and everyone you have loved linger like jewel dust on your skin and scent. and those places and people carry in them, pieces, of, you.
good thing you are so much.
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