But the pieces of it scatter
They are sounds that are thrown out, and roll
Seem to have no reflective quality
They cease to return to me.
My sorrow can-not lie in a sub-stream
I shatter but an essence of a child
All that remains on the given day
Happy and full of joy
She glows abiding safe in the grasses
And her spirit rises up towards the sun
To face the ego of self or others, without judgment, is a powerful feat
Harsh reality is seldom a treat
Unless the Empath is strong
And she must be Very!
Throwing out all the pieces
I wrench and squirm
I Hate And I Love at the same time
I do not know thy-self well enough
I throw the pieces out
Be still and see the fragments
They are god
There are portals in the sand
Where you can sink, in*
And one on each side of you
And one above*
I choose to sink on this day at this hour
Because sinking today means to find treasure
It is my way to hide away
You are there
I know you are
I Love that you are
I respect you tremendously!
Love you, respect you
I cheer you in your recovery and
I cheer me in mine.
But I can-not see you yet.
My weakest pieces came forth
And I believe I have to allow
There is a quality hidden in a sub-stream
Quiet and dark but with a reflection that shimmered and shook