To be Heard

-------To be Heard-------

If you wish to be heard speak 

from within.

Like a reed flute 

we are cut from the wild and hardened.

Blood becomes bone, 

spirit a note

And the middle 

hollow.

The river of our beginning speaks 

so all may hear it,

Through our breathing

and our lips.

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Perfect Rhythm

-------Perfect Rhythm-------

What is death to one

who seeks no more

and is content?

What is

the world to

a child?

In fear 

I have lived

as if there were an end,

As if 

the only direction

was away.

But today,

the sky darkened

and the rains returned,

And I woke 

into 

a dream,

Spinning,

In perfect rhythm

with everything 

else.

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Working with the Sadness

-------Working with the Sadness-------

When that dark horse comes to conquer you,

remember 

how you first learned to walk.

A thousand times you fell.

A thousand times 

you rose up.

No one is without this sorrow.

For it is as close to being human

as the infinite darkness cradling the sun.

We are all still crawling, Dear Heart,

someway 

or another.

But we have stood up before

and our bodies have memorized

the movement.

Stay humble

and pride will have nothing

to tie you down with.

Love yourself

with the honesty

of midnight,

And feel the entire world 

smiling 

within your chest.

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Quiet Beauty

-------Quiet Beauty-------

Without a name

do you know who you are?

Without speaking could you tell us?

There are no words 

for what happens when the rain falls.

The flowers only smile

And open themselves to a world 

deeply longing

silence.

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