A SOULWRITER'S PAGE
A list of poems about love, or rather,
the shameless truth of a human.
The fall
Fall.
Into the depth of our souls.
That’s what you want.
That’s what you want for yourself, right?
To be intertwined with...
It’s really just about what we learn about ourselves,
when we are with each other.
Show Me
We’re just each other’s teachers in this moment and time.
I don’t know what I am teaching you.
You don’t know what you are teaching me.
I can try to see the lesson in you.
You can try to see the lesson in me.
But what holds true no matter what...
I wondered whether I was trapped in the game,
that you don’t seem to play.
That day
The day I met you
is the day I started teaching myself
to let you go
not because I didn’t want you,
precisely because I did.
so I started teaching myself:
my worth is not in your availability
my heartbeat had nothing to do with your jawline
my longing...
read me
All of the sudden
I realized,
I can let you in,
just like the light
that filled up my apartment with a warm,
loving loom.
As long as the flames may dance
I do believe,
we could create some magic on our souls’ journey
I do believe,
I met you for a reason
I do believe,
you brought me closer to my home
I do believe,
that what we have is nearer to love than it is to anything else
I do believe,
the fire we ignited will burn as long as its flames may dance
I do believe,
it will light the way
down the path we’re meant to go
in union or apart
in oneness we prevail
with a loving breath to home.
The other one
is still the one,
it’s just the other
one.
The choice
Did you smell the t-shirt I slept in after I went out the door?
Because I did.
Did you feel my arm around you when I wasn’t there and you couldn’t fall asleep?
Because I did.
Did you think about what drink I’d order at the restaurant we stopped going to?
Because I did.
Did you wink at me in the mirror looking back at nothing but yourself?
Because I did.
Did you secretly hope you’d bump into me out in the sun with the new blonde?
Because I did.
I did.
Hoping your eyes would talk to me.
more to come...
Proof,
...that there's a place, from deep within, where ancient wisdom rules, from where we don't know how we know but we do, and nothing has ever made more sense. That's the place from which I write.