I, Willow

Walking slowly with intention,
Overlapping in dimension
Flowing formless, touching solids,
Roots tethered to amorphous.

Then she came in, she came in,
Passing through me on the wind,
To settle in her spaciousness,
To give love and forgive love.

And off we went, off we went,
To find what occupied the mind,
To let it go and shed some light,
To bring it back again,

When all is fine, it's always fine,
Sings sparrow of the stream,
In giving up resisting,
I feel it carry me.

Pain is pleasure in perspective,
Thoughts don't often hold the answers,
What and why will pass on by -
Right here is all we know.

I am the field I rest in,
I am arrow, I am bow.
My strength in bending, feather's lending
Courage to let go.

Release is in the weeping,
Split air the whistled cry,
I hope to have no target,
I wish only to fly.

But if my arc must end
To soft, warm earth I'll go.
Landing broken into wholeness,
And know the growth of willows.

Between Thoughts

It's the dirty of first snow melting.
Dead trees that shimmer with cold manifested,
Attached and holding on like the hair on his chest.
Log homes, layered clothes.
My things still smell of woodsmoke and wine,
Scent-wrapped,
Like the heat did my body on a brown tweed couch
In the basement of a tired town.

He held himself tightly,
And despite my mind wanting,
I didn't move to make him stop.
So he did.
That's when I found lines along muscles and shared space between thoughts.
That's maybe even why.
It's funny how strength and pain occupies the same,
In tissue and backbones that carry eachother.
In touching one, I felt the other.

We let go like this;
Like words on the wings of paper aeroplanes, lost in the wind.
The pages unfold to blankness, drift to settle against my skin.
I left them unwritten.
Stayed respectful of the clean unseen,
At peace in the ice or the fire.
There's much to be said for the presents desire -
Nothing more, nothing less.

Although, truth be told, it was hard to go,
To pass on the act of intervening.
So I thought of all the love I have,
and sent some words to give it back,
and sighed the happy kind for my sweet and simple life.

I'm still,
Alone,
And everything is beautiful.

Here and Gone

There are some moments that take hold of us...
That lie dormant somewhere deep in our memory, in our molding;
only to re-emerge at the change of season, or the scent of wet forest, or the way the wind can blow away your burdens for one beautiful breath.

There are some moments that call forth a long lost ache - or a forgotten emotion that fills your heart with content.
They can be heavy, they can be light.
Sometimes they are both.

... Oh, to hold onto those moments.
To live those feelings again.
To stop for that one fleeting second, and let them fill you...
to be so lucky as to not miss them the second time.

Those moments filled my day today.
They brush the sensitive places in my body, mind and heart.

The change of season.
The smell of wet mountain trails.
The breeze that blew the tightness from my shoulders and made my soul look further from this town, for a moment.

For one moment, I smile at the secret that I haven't quite figured out.
For one moment, I smile in thanks at the single tear slipping down my cheek.

For one moment I hold on and let go, all at once.