Day 3

The past haunts. Perhaps it is merely because we allow it to hang on to us. It seems to cling to every decision we make in the only time we have, now, when it doesn't belong here at all. Can we let go? Perhaps we need a place to rest the past: to put it down, carefully, so as not to disturb it; it has no business here and now.

My thoughts turn to moments when I heard the familiar click of re-alignment. Paths shift. And sometimes we are at a crossroads.

I'm there. at the crossroads. Looking for some Clarity. I do believe we are born with our own answers. But we have to ask the questions. To step ahead in uncertainty often awakens a natural instinct. Every day seems uncertain, and yet, I take it. I take it all. And all of it translates into something, some piece of made stuff. Words, colours, textures, art, crafting, poetry, photography, all are made stuff. And perhaps, with enough translation, I can understand my story.

6 April 2018

Tethered

Feet rush

To wait.

A thousand years is not too long,

Neither is Forever.

The young heart raced

To stand aside

As eyes gazed on the Other.

When thoughts are pure,

No words can more

Engage the lost soul’s lover.

Her bond will stray,

She heard him say;

The stabbing of her vow.

It sounded clear.

It ended here.

She would go on, but how?

Get up.

She stood again,

Slit and raw,

Not buried in her sadness,

She climbed into

 a ‘brave new world’

and tossed away

 her madness.

Immortal love,

The fates don’t lie,

But can it stop?

Can Love die?

Can it end?

When it is True,

Then never.

The soul is etched

With markings fetched

from the fire of a careless tether,

And if he asks

How long love lasts

Her answer is,

Forever.