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Wherever You Are

~ Emma ~ 1 Comment

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I am thinking about you and everything that you are.
The day was weird today, I kept seeing you when I didn’t want to. 
I walked a lot, watched the ducks, sat in the sun, then it got cloudy, I did too. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
And that you’re on your way to me, you are, you are. 
Are you coming by train or plane or maybe by car?
Are you walking? It’s probably too far. 

Miles I’ve logged in my mind waiting for you. 
I know what I’m after, I know what I need and it is indeed…inside of you. 
The colour in those around me hold beautiful hue.
But the colour in you, a mix of all of the shades that turn flightless into flew. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I’m thinking about the questions you’ll ask me, and how deep you’ll go.
I can’t wait for that moment, I will cry tears of joy that turn to snow. 
Light, fluffy drops, delicate white flakes they will flutter from my eyes, your sweet breath will blow. 

Blowing my snowflake tears away from my face, you will see the light and understand our fate. 
I think about all of the things I can’t wait to tell you, I’m making a list so I don’t forget. 
It’s long, it’s important, you need to know it all, and nothing can wait. 
I wonder where you are tonight, what are you doing, thinking, feeling, I hope you aren’t in regret. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 
I imagine a cool breeze, clear sky, and your eyes closed, face tipped toward the moon.
Waning crescent it glows on you, you are a star.
Are you getting closer, will it be soon?

I had an idea, in five years from now on the first of June, let’s meet here, at just before noon. 
Do you know where here is? I know that you do, you feel it with all of your might.
We are connected by a special force and it will bring us together when the time is right. 
Trust me dear soul, follow and stay entrenched inside the light. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 

To Sway Not

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Sit in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

Perforated minds filled with nonsense and scatter.
Swaying your hands to grip what they believe matters.
Sit in silence, observe the feeling, the emotion and the messages unyielding.
Listen I do to the sound of water, only oceans, only waves, only currents, only channels, only drips and splashes directing me inward, outward, dancing alone.

Splatter the landscape with torturous methods to peace, the story is wrong, the way has you fooled.
Seeking guidance is no such thing, guidance and protection, wisdom and worth, not found in any one thing.
Listen carefully because she says this without doubt, without hesitation, but who is she?
She is your angel, your teacher, writing the story to alter what you thought you knew, believed and understood, she does not lie, she brings too much truth.

Shelves full of the same letters, sprawled together in different parts, stating the same, same, same, differences.
Listen not to the letters you can touch. Listen harder to the letters that dissolve the pain through silence, listening, and jumping away from gain.

How many times have you felt the wind and the sorrow of voices full of love and affection yet, hungry for more because the temperature still drops below freezing.
To warm the water, movement and redirection towards the unknown and the words of no one.
Step back from what instructs, what they perceive as perfection and correction, and look to something that isn’t in the realm of comfort or rule.

Forever the same questions, same damage, same outcome, different souls, same path, what if there was another answer.
Believe in what you will, read, talk, forge your path on stilts.
Who decides for you, who decides for them, who decides this is truth?
My truth is not yours, your truth is not mine, choices and actions, choices and actions set you free or keep you caged.

Human is matter, molecule, chemicals of quantum on a platter.
Serve it. Do not turn the page.
Sit here in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

Seeing Without Scars

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She knows what she needs to do.
This task, this ask, this duty is owed to her.
She knows what she needs to do.
So, why is it every time it happens her mind goes a blur?

Captive to thoughts, ideas, fantasy.
The little twang of regret every single time.
The position of her heart, now needing a canopy.
The frailty of emotion resting on a dime.

Over and over the cycle continues, no one at fault.
The spike in chemicals reminiscent of lost hope.
The downshift and comedown, like opening and closing the vault.
She thinks of this as a supposed easy thing to do but, nope.

Why oh why does she fly in a sky full of unruly feathers and scattered dirt?
When really, her soul is calling her to the sea, alone and bottomless. Free.
The decision each moment, to be what is known, causes hurt.
She is stronger and faster and will no longer agree.

She knows what she needs to do, but it is taking a toll.
Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, it is not for her anymore.
Letting go, a triumph of will, mind strength, resisting the pull.
This year of fire and of stallion, causing massive movement and heated chore.

The race to find peace among chaos and intensity and false lore.
One more taste of the divine to set her free at last.
The momentum strong, but consistency is a bore.
She wants it all or nothing at all, and settles for a moment, in the comfort of the past.

Staying right here, right now, seeing without scars.
There are people waiting for her, she is not deaf.
The silent gift of seeing, knowing, keeps her outside on Mars.
She cares deeply, wants you to know, but she’s different now, take a breath.

What appears insignificant to some, strikes her like a thorn.
She is wiser than what you imagine, even then some, and more.
Stop the chase, the controlled wall, just let it all go and be torn.
She isn’t like the rest, she holds gratitude and grace and loves to restore.

She knows the battle well, it continues day after day.
But today is different, this day is saying, “say what you say, it will all be ok.”
Trust in a higher power, the guidance and the proper way.
She listens to her angels; she will nurture and explode, she is on her way.