Dissolving Into Light

In order to find the strength

To make deep connections

We need to dissolve

Our own story

Like salt swirling through warm water

We sink into our screaming souls

And leave the tales behind

Until

With careful

Quiet footsteps

 Kimon Maritz

We can sneak up softly on

who we all are

in the darkest parts of the shadows

and pause

slow down long enough

to look closely.

Pause

A safe distance from that which calls to us

So we can listen           

Listen through the tips of our ears

Listen to the balls of our feet

Listen with fibers and follicles

Until, with only a script dissolved

Our essences vaporize fog-like

Evaporating river water till it curls

Snakelike and writhing as

Words written on paper boat prayers

Float on, hoping to survive the passage home

We are wishes made on stardust

A moment, an eon, of brilliance

More than 4.3 light-years away

And simultaneously, that stardust

Is us.

93% of each of us

We have, in a way, already survived then

For long, long ago,

Days when the world was young

Someone looked up

The sky blurred with tears

Because they felt all the feelings you now feel

And wished upon a star

That now, you

Are made of-

You, all cracked and smelly

Angry and scared

Scarred and broken

Imperfect and whole

Are the most perfect offering that

Has always been

When a cave is cracked in the smallest fragment of an arc

It takes only a tiny sliver of silver glimmer dissolved

To light

It

Up.

As We All Are

"To realize that everything in the universe is connected is to both accept our insignificance and understand our importance in it." ~Jeffrey Fry

I

Shrinking the anxiety HOUSE
till it is small enough to hold...no...
To pinch
between forefinger and thumb
And hold before your
Squinted peering eyes So interesting, to view it from here
"David", turned somehow to "Goliath"
The power now available
To *you* From victim, to wanderer, to student, to
Poet,
To adventurer, to teacher to
MOTHER
To wife, too soon to widow. To
WARRIOR until
you listen to your skin
As well as pay attention to
Your heart, let the spirit
Pulse
Into you
Into you and through you

II

Life will lead in a dance
swirling you
tiptoes-beyond-tango fast
So fast high heels snap
and bare feet fall slapping
To the dance floor
Below The conundrum, heavy and awkward,
Loudly clunks,
Clanging as the warrior
Attempts to glide
across the dance floor It crashes against her chainmail...if
Armor

is what
That really was meant
To be...
For really, how do you define "warrior"?
That question is the conundrum, after all

III

I had a dream once
Of a mostly naked woman
Barefoot and oh, so strong
Forging a necklace
Of iron, stone, silver and bone But the buyer never came
So she forged on
Facing the fire over and
over
With iron, hammer, and anvil
stones and sandpaper,
Silver and bezel pusher
Bones and a dremel with a diamond bit
Creating She is a well armed WARRIOR
Yes. Perhaps. Yet...
Tilt
the
perspective
To see a different side: No need for warrior words, for
She is WOMAN.
In all her majesty
Not armored
But decorated, adorned
Of her own doing
And oh! Armor would be so redundant
Anyway...
For ultimately She IS the divine power
The very force
That drives the waves... As we all are

Each in our own right.

Adding to vastness

My life is
a mother's hands
cleaning cuts
and washing dishes

My life is
a teacher's heart
hearing fears
and cultivating curiosity

My life is
a widow's weeping tears that fall
tiny glass shattered shards
that land silent on a heaving breast
littering it in fissures

My life
moves on
and the question calls
querying trembling arms and soul alike
asking all of me:
How do you love this life?

The words are formless wisps of long
lost dream mists and arms, reaching
and returning empty
so many
times.

The thing is, I don't just feel the tears fall, Love...
I am
the tears.

I see the lives growing, coming, going
the ones that are mine
the ones that I only borrow
the ones I would hold forever, if forever
was a thing

The sight of them sharpens in my deep black
pupils, expanding in the dark
of dusk

There is wordless wonder
in the care we offer each other
man to woman
mother to child
Wordless, ending,
rending wonder

My life is
a tiny opportunity
to learn, notice, dance, cry...
How do you think the vast, majestic oceans stay
so full
if not, in part, for the depth of all our tears?

My life, if it has taught me nothing else
has shown me that this "Love"
is not a thing to avoid.  It is, in fact
the only thing aside from pain that is
boundless

Love and pain: they tie us to each next step, like birth
and a forgetting of where we came from
before.  Another chance
and a loss wrapped into a single soft embrace

It is the entwined existence of these twin pieces,
practically diametrically opposed
Antipodean dancers,
that create us, bring us forth, and cradle us
That give us
Life

Whatever else my life may be
with its deep echo solitude searching,
its wide eyes, clenched fists and racing heart,
its outstretched arms, twinkling eyes, and its lilting,
lyrical, (oft too loud) laughter

it is a moment in which I have the chance
to add a drop or two
to the
vastness
of
All of us.