Tuesday, December 24, 2013

price


Why do we scourge ourselves for our humanness?
for crimes real, temporal
or imagined frailty?
for silly weakness or tender bruising
for being in the wrong place at the wrong time
or perceptions tainted & unsure
when do we let go and recognize
the toll was happiness
happiness in all its glory & divinity
when do we
step up & fight
for
the missing part
the burst of right
the trace of turquoise light
our cracks and fractures shift & part
as our broken bones & souls take flight
there all along apparent or veiled
there all along
we are whole & complete
every choice cuts to bone
so trust in your heart
and
find your way home

3 comments:

  1. Are you living in my head? Thank you for so eloquently stating exactly what I'm feeling.
    xo and hugs
    DiAnne of flying pink flamingos...

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  2. Thank you DiAnne. . . Well, by now I should not be surprised, as we seem in sync, in step on many things ! Thank you . . Love :)

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  3. "The missing part
    The burst of right
    The spot of turquoise light"

    still love!

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