letting the raw parts be heard
finding expression for the inexpressible
tears for words
words for tears, cried through my mind
The discomfort of some feelings
certain sizzlers like charcoals
yearning to burn
cannot be contained in this body
nor understood in this mind
or felt in this heart
where do they go
how can they be handled
how do I surrender to the flame
jumping jacks
Buddhist chants
Primal scream
or Lou Reed
temporary respite
cushion the blows
that rain upon my shattered soul
How did this happen to me?
What detours did I have to take
to reach my destination?
Where is the map?
wisdom knows
still, letting her lead is an
unaccustomed kind of sensation
like breaking in a pair of shoes
or traveling to a foreign land
at first, everything is different,
unfamiliar, uncomfortable
then, gradually a learning
a relaxation and trust emerges
the way is shown
Always Choose Love- Give Love Gardens 