sunshine

In the cold solitude of what I call my soul,

the sun peaks its head

from a small corner in the sky.

She whispers in riddles

phrases of great prolificacy

advancing my knowledge of humankind.

I am transparent in her eyes

and she understands the crux

of who I intend to be.

She is my brilliance and I her innocence.

Our game is not make-believe.

We are on the same journey

advancing at the same momentum,

carefully tiptoeing

around the solemnity of our lives.

We seek happiness as we advance together through ache.

forgetting.

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I will meet you there.” Rumi

but I could lie waiting my whole life through,

and that wouldn’t be fair to either me nor you.

so forgetting your essence is what I must do,

and move on from here,

goodbye,

adieu.

vulnerability

veering to the left, my eyes,
undaunted by what they see
leave me to follow you,
negating the truth for every lie untold
evaluating the words you spoke under love
reliving my mistakes, my failures and gains
addressing my pain
believing the myth
investigating the truth
listening under silent witness.
inviting honor
tasting freedom for all of
yesterday, today and always.