I didn’t want to make life easy for you.

Simple is for heaven,

here there is work to be done.

 

To say that you are made of love

is too many words.

So is it to say,

you are love.

Find the lushness of language

and choose just one word

to tell your heart.

 

The body machine

wants tending.

The soul is stronger

than you credit it.

 

What if letting go

was all you ever practiced?

What would ache then?

What if stories

were all you ever said?

Does it make you feel  more real

and less like a mote?

 

Don’t be afraid

to touch deeply into

with more than shaking hands

all that you are,

the one thing that you are,

the oneness.

 

Don’t run, as you do,

from the edges peered over.

Your brother

threw himself from the plane

and you

are meant to throw yourself

from yourself,

to bare yourself

with no hand-holds,

 

to not tell the truth,

but to Be Truth

in all moments,

to forget quiet

as something one does

and live

in the calm roaring. 

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About jake.forrest

Poet. Songwriter. Etc. View all posts by jake.forrest

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