She's a sentimental one that looks
through microscopes, under stacks of books,
past plumes of dust, face pressed against floors....
Then DIVES!
Crash!
Against the parade of waves.
Hugs and tugs faraway rocks,
Peers into watered down wells - shouts those names - lungs overwhelmed
Trooper in stride, she hopes
......or maybe she just dwells...
Takes her traveled hands...
Blows a sweet breeze over boiling springs,
Rain ignores her - adores her, then strikes her with lightning,
Waves to fair-weather horizons - bone cold are the skies,
Shrugged off of mountains - left clinging to the sides,
Vertebrae up. Shaken to sighs,
"I must find the rest."
Stuck in this muck of a yesteryear test,
Fumbles through fog, unsure...undecided,
Grapples gazing green jungles - suffocates inside,
Under arm - carries
solid heart.
slips, falls -
fails to crush iced over walls
Searches the world for them all as if she needs to keep leading
Keeps coming near - keeps retracing her tracks - no chips on her shoulder - no weight on her back
Casts off old burdens too heavy for holding.
Throws them off cliffs! "Don't care how you know me!"
Left with the world to distract her.
A distractor. She the reactor.
Alone.
Sun stares right back at her.
She whispers...
"No one wants to ask why the world is balanced by storms.
They simply sit in beached boats buried into the shore...
And if they never want to know -
Then something must go..."
So she pushes past pasts - sprints off the sand
- plunges deep down away from those lost in the lands
Surfaces - A breath! A moment of peace.
Looks to the stars
to reflect on her scars
and what seeps through the skin of her thoughts comes
The Mercy of the worlds.
The one who let go...
Just...let it all go.
Treaded here as a traveler, but kept a sound soul.
As he trusted and knew this was not in his control.
And she feels her fingers loosen their tightly tangled grasp...
the twisted twine
the tangible trials
what turbulent tasks.
Heart echoes thunder -
splinters tear flesh -
slipping her grip -
life rough through the gaps
.
and then the world floats up and up...a marbled balloon once known
and soon it's just...
a speck.
swirls of colors aglow
in a drop...
in her palms that are cupped
now.
let. go.
“Be in this world as if you were a stranger or a traveler.” - Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)
