on my knees...
beneath my knees
the ground presses
cold and hard
i have been brought down
and humbled
no longer knowing who i am
(was i at all)
life flashes past me
my anger flashes inside of me
everything is so fast
around me
i have been forced to become slow
i feel like the gods of old
the ones that threw fire
and rained hell on those who walked near them
only they didn't really exist
and neither do i
each day i must melt
and reform again on waking
make my path through the crowds
on my knees
remembering that i am nothing
that i exist only
because you breathe
that i exist between the
blossom and the bud
that i exist only in my imagination
(or yours if you pass by me)
fear has formed me
and i have exploded in the autumn colours of anger
and split my soul
(how do you scoop up a soul, when it is made of
whispers?)
i am waiting for the sign
that tells me to
form love with my words
so that i can remember who i am
(is it your hand held out to me?)
become like the sunlight
radiant and transparent and warm to all
upon whom i alight
regardless of what they have done
(to me or themselves)
i am looking for the sign
but perhaps i was hoping for a
flashing thing of garish neon
in a world that speaks to me
in birds
and dripping water.
i will walk on my knees then
maybe from this angle the sign
will become more clear
perhaps it is in
not existing
that we in actual fact begin to be born
7 thoughts of PEACE on this PIECE:
This is really full of emotion and deep thinking. Just the phrase on my knees brings a tightness to ones' throat. I especially like 'between the bud and the blossom.' It has no concrete edge to hang on to but is the most interesting place to be.
Souls that are made of whispers are generally carried by the wind. Cherubs are generally cheery, and their laughter can be heard when they carry these whispers about. from recipient to recipient they carry messages of hope and faih and wonderment. The one thing that deters their journey is the absence of Love. Kindness and generosity are the motors that give their wings their lightness and suredness to their journeys end. When they alight upon their destination with the burden of their message it is best to be on your knees, where the calm soul within can connect with weight of Loves offering that is bourne within their message.
These are messages heard among the leaves and branches and the birds and the bees within the winds delivery. You can hear faith and love and kindness, too.
Oh so beautiful. Beyond beautiful. I know well walking on one's knees. Lovely to see you again.
**blows kisses** Deb
oh my friend, what a shared and universal image you unfold here.
this is my favorite part:
'i am looking for the sign
but perhaps i was hoping for a
flashing thing of garish neon
in a world that speaks to me
in birds
and dripping water.'
you give me sage advice and then you write this. we are in the same river. i'm glad we both know that.
have you heard this before sweetsweet mango:
the mightiest oak was once a little nut that held its ground'
a friend told me this yesterday and it quite uncovered my courage.
i love you, michelle. the crush lives on. :)
love
kj
perhaps the perspect from our knees is just what we need...perhaps...
good to hear from you mango...
Love You <3
I love this:
become like the sunlight
radiant and transparent and warm to all
upon whom i alight
regardless of what they have done
just beautiful :)
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