I’m sinking into the clouds now and then
Reuniting with pieces of myself that have long been cracked and worn.
They’ve been waiting to be seen and loved tenderly
I’m living.
Now that my spirit has been uncaged, it won’t ever return to the fences that once kept
It pacing and counting the days until freedom.
Here it comes, released!
Unafraid of being.
An artist of existence.
My iridescent center storms the world with an eagerness to melt my surroundings
down to the essence
I want to exist in a universe of rawness.
I dare you all to come alive.
I dare you to breathe in the winds of change so fiercely
that the gusts shake you down
And leave you stranded without any expectations.
Only being.
What is this space I’ve found?
This vast empty world between the one I know and the one I am
A thin branch between grief and ecstasy
I’m living.
How the tallest evergreen wears the darkest winters with grace,
Happily.
Can I find the same in me?
The same in you?
But I’m not afraid, I am
An artist of existence
Breathing in my days and exhaling my nights
In the circle of time when nothing is real but me.
I often think about the day when I go back to being the wind and, you, the sea
If the sky keeps falling out from under us we’ll learn to run on clouds and swarm with the bees
Until then we must know that what is, is not.
And what you are, is already here.
