Fields of Joy

It's with great compassion and gratitude,

that I reach out tenderly 

to touch your heart...

Compassion, for that heart 

is precious to me;

for that heartbeat sang me to sleep

in the womb, and now,

I would sing to that heart

that we would find ourselves 

connected, together again 

as it naturally should be. 

Gratitude, well, because 

I have been alone; 

but I am no longer alone.

The greatest thing in the world

was touching you for the first time, 

feeling how real you finally were. 

Knowing that my search had 

finally found you, the pain...

let it go, let it fade away,

those things which haunted me 

in my unending quest, that quest,

now ended, at your feet 

and into your loving arms...

And then, I found that we were 

still one, though the umbilical was cut

long ago as I was stolen,

and circumcised, as a brand of ownership. 

But I defied them all. And in the end,

I found you, and the happiness 

which eluded me for so very long, 

turned our lives around,

left found right, yin found yang,

fireworks in the heavens still explode

and expand, screaming victory in the sky

the mountain, that wasn't high enough,

conquered and in the distance,

left in the past with all the broken things

that don't exist anymore.

The hollow people who tried to distract me,

silenced. The demons who tried to blind me,

shouting danger in my head and ears,

showing me lies in my eyes, exorcised.

The journey, sharpening me like a knife, 

honed, I cut the cords and set myself free.

Because free was the only way I could find you 

as I built my world, reinventing the wheel

because nothing could be trusted.

But now, you are my world...

my world full of fields of joy.

I emerged into the actualization

of a dream that I now live.

My gratitude to the universe, or God,

or whatever The Great Existential Mind is,

I am humbled and smiling, and so very thankful.

 

The Mystery of My Mother

I walked alone, 

but I wasn't alone

in my heart beats;

I had no roots, 

but my blood called out to me,

your roots will grow one day;

And as it turns,

my blood was right, 

because I listened...

and all that has come from that:

the happiness, the joy,

the feeling of a completeness,

all the love that she inspires in me,

these things I never had,

and the terrible things that I did;

those things gone now

that we've found each other

and removed the emptiness.

And the wellspring overflows

my love coming from a source 

I now know,

no longer hidden.

The mystery of my mother

solved in all this love.

Good Things Happen on Wednesdays

It used to be a day like any other,

the halfway point of the week,

but then one day that changed,

and of that day, I'll speak:

I found her, but confirmation unverified

I was going to jump, but I was terrified.

What if this,

what if that...

kept going around

under my hat.

But then I thought, what if it all went right?

What if she too wants out of the night?

So there I jumped, into the light.

Just a beginning again,

it was a Wednesday...and now she knew,

that as I grew, I thought of her too.

 

Echoes

As I leave my footprints

across the universe,

I came upon you;

and we are alike

so I can know you, 

as you can know me...

And so, I know of the little things

which would help you

to heal beyond the trauma and shame,

and in those little things,

my echoes to you...

my love, rippling, across space-time

and reality, radiating, outward

from me, to you, for you;

the waves gently lapping 

at the shores of your heart

to the beaches in your mind.

The echoes of how I feel,

left for you to remind you

I am real, and this is real, 

and this is how it will be for us:

loving each other, and, 

listening, to the echoes 

on the wind chimes...

saying I love you.