Planes and Automobiles

Walls.  Watching from the outside and waiting.  So much of life moving and going.  So many stories passing along, finite lines of infinite possibilities.  Still, I'm just small and here.  Missing.  Hoping.  Loving.  Waiting for part of my heart to return.

Broken Pieces

“All your wounds from craving love

Exist because of heroic deeds.” - Hāfez

I lay out

Pieces strewn askew,

Jagged edges

Of life.

A certain skill,

Shattering:

All has come undone.

Old become new.

The art

Of picking up

Those pieces 

On the ground -

Healing.

All is re-aligned

Along these

Jagged edges of life.

Do not cry

Burning tears,

Begging me

To forgive -

In so wishing

These pieces 

Might be

Washed clean.

Forgiveness,

Not Forgetfulness,

Is the stuff

Life is made of.

Struggle

I walk.

Climb.

Battle.

Up a steady incline.

Breathless from the beauty.

Wordless.

But for questions.

Vibrance.

Majestic.

I watch as the birds soar.

Up an ever-growing spiral of wind.

I wait.

Pause.

Beauty.

iWrite

I have so many questions.
There are still things that have not settled,
As I come in contact with the every day.
I greet the sunrise and moonlight alike -
Wondering what revelation a new day will mean.
I jump at opportunities to help, to work...
I do not wish to grow stagnant
Nor arrogant.
Those who have erred much should know -
We have no place to judge,
And we never did.
Our own illusions of how 'good' we are,
How much others should only wish
To do as we have done -
That mirror is shattered.
We must look upon ourselves and what we have done.
Knowing full well, we were never so collected.
Never so clean.
So I see, I tried to make everyone believe that
I was 'good enough',
But none of us are.

Boots

I've got my walking shoes on.
When the air shifts,
The crisp, full breath of fall
Descends on this place -
My feet itch for change.
Unknowns swirl around my shoes.
Opportunity echoes around
Corners out of sight.
And my hand is still out-stretched,
Waiting for yours.

Crumbling Walls

I wonder
How long it took
For my walls to fall.
When it took my whole life to build?

Somehow,
Only you,
You can get it.
You break down the insecurity.

Now I know
I am supposed to
Pretend like I can be ok.
Be ok without you.

I love you.

Thoughts.

"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive." - Hafiz