Monday, August 22, 2011

Funny how words that mean nothing also mean everything.

And so the seasons have turned and brought me back to the warmth of myself.
I am back beside healing waters and the sound of fresh tides wash across my path.
My new challenge? How do I incorporate the shrieks and cries of my babies and the pull for needed sustenance into the sacred arena of my mind's thinking space? Beyond dreaming of their existence, how do I incorporate dreams come true into the fabric of my fantasy?

Funny how I've resisted true writing practice, ritual writing practice, so caught up and caught back by the needed tasks of blogs expected.  Things I want to say and share, but not the exact direction of my thoughts, but still a good place. A good place for me to visit and rest among the warm vibes and good feeling and peaceful happiness.

Funny how words that mean nothing also mean everything.

Happiness...I can't touch it,
but I know when it touches me
ripples of its body rush toward me
in waves.
Sometimes, I ride above them,
wind in my hair.
other times, I dive beneath them
to the bottom
and though the weight of
the water threatens
to overcome me,
I feel myself
rising without effort
bursting through
gasping for air and
blinded by the sun.