I stared
at the screen,
and nothing came
forward,
until
a whisper
of something
quite different
came flying by,
in pure insistence
unannounced
at the time,
was this tiny flicker
of insight,
waiting to be seen
on just
the right night
feeling
first,
is how it works
a stirring,
awaiting
recognition,
as it
makes its way
to the floor outside
our open hearts door
knocking
for entry, realizing
we’re retreating,
it waits,
wonders, and
all the while
saunters,
back and forth
pacing,
and relishing
in the journey
at our hearts very core
sending
messages unheard,
unseen,
yet felt
by those
with the ability
to be free
from constricted sense-
abilities
arising
more,
while numbness
subsides,
resulting in
a most fantastic
grin,
which I adore
ages
come and go,
yet,
wherever
we do travel,
human beings
on this planet
know one thing
for sure
open hearts
have healed
for ages, and
will continue to
far past the time
when
we’ve left this plane
forevermore
I sat down last night to write my diary entry, and, well, nothing came forward. That was, until I opened the document I use to write poetry drafts. Then, this piece came forward. How fun it all is.
Have a beautiful week, everyone.
