Words that sound right,

songs that are meaningful,

and work that is useful,

need love to ring true.

ant

stuck in honey

desperately in love with life

Being Consistent

When I find the very same person

in each face

Ask some questions

but not others

Feel the same words

on my tongue

all the time

I know I am being consistent

I've lost the rhythm of the universe

there can be...

there can be

discontent

without unhappiness

or despair

hunger

with no craving

or movement

towards anything

delight

without satisfaction

fulfillment

comfort

or perfection

stepping out

stepping out

out of home

out of self

eyes reflect the green glow

of sky through the top leaves

of trees never still,

never without shadows

two squirrels weaving

up and down

absorbed in their play,

their dance, their love

yet completely aware

of me

as i step out of home

paying for vegetables,

eyes locked a split second longer

smile widening ever so slightly

my "thank you" infused

with the beauty

and specialness

of the cashier in her uniform

infused with the aching joy

the light-headed rush

of love

Shards

Curled tight under blankets

you spin threads and tears.

He will come if you call enough,

with nimble fingers to unknot your heart.

Spiraling strangling ball of thread

sucks in your heart and limbs and lungs

till you can breathe no longer

and you take your tangle

to him with no hope of unwinding.

He would not have come,

for across the walls he is asleep.

Ball of nausea squeezing inward,

tighter and tighter,

compressed into the tiniest shard of glass.

The tiniest shard of heart

unexposed.

Heart of shards, shatter!

Shatter hopelessly, shatter threadlessly,

shatter in wonder of street lights.

With a single breath of night air,

shatter in joy.

Certainty

Via xkcd