helen-maple
10-22-2004, 01:12 AM
i watched thru new perceptions
as the colors bled
and faded into the space before me.
outside the colors ran but stayed perfectly in place.
keeping my mind focused i wandered everywhere.
i listen to my heart beat
the breathing
the eating.
wondering,
her words rang true?
the effect of smoking,
the thoughts
the process.
holding on to the negativity.
rigid, fierce, holding on...
desperately.
heal me, heal me,
help me
see me,
cant we share the burden
and create something new,
something beautiful?
instead of denying the truth
the essence of our living..
this dying.
i have many veins
like rivers.
my muscles.
this skin,
covers me.
kiss me and know
what lies beneath
scattered.
the mind connects.
eyes,
they cannot stop from seeing.
my thighs
hold so much tension.
relax,
into the nothingness.
we forget
how much space exists
inbetween
everything!
ahh, we are made of water.
bouyant.
fluid,
what do you think the spirit is made of?
i imagine a river
blue like green
the way the wind
sweeps atop the surface.
forceful and so gentle.
the water................
i bend over with humility
to the elements i cannot describe.
my simplicity
enables me to feel,
but to understand....
i cannot,
and therefore to expresss, is so difficult.
i love you.
without knowing you.
i cry
my eyes shut,
from not knowing how
not knowing why.
i love you.
as the colors bled
and faded into the space before me.
outside the colors ran but stayed perfectly in place.
keeping my mind focused i wandered everywhere.
i listen to my heart beat
the breathing
the eating.
wondering,
her words rang true?
the effect of smoking,
the thoughts
the process.
holding on to the negativity.
rigid, fierce, holding on...
desperately.
heal me, heal me,
help me
see me,
cant we share the burden
and create something new,
something beautiful?
instead of denying the truth
the essence of our living..
this dying.
i have many veins
like rivers.
my muscles.
this skin,
covers me.
kiss me and know
what lies beneath
scattered.
the mind connects.
eyes,
they cannot stop from seeing.
my thighs
hold so much tension.
relax,
into the nothingness.
we forget
how much space exists
inbetween
everything!
ahh, we are made of water.
bouyant.
fluid,
what do you think the spirit is made of?
i imagine a river
blue like green
the way the wind
sweeps atop the surface.
forceful and so gentle.
the water................
i bend over with humility
to the elements i cannot describe.
my simplicity
enables me to feel,
but to understand....
i cannot,
and therefore to expresss, is so difficult.
i love you.
without knowing you.
i cry
my eyes shut,
from not knowing how
not knowing why.
i love you.