The War in Your Mind~

There's a battle being raged, right at home. 
A war of notions, bent & twisted, frantic fears.
Coursing rapidly through your mind as you go about your day. 

It's only in the quiet of the night and moments in between bursts of excitement, grand energetic output tying up the ministrations of our day, where we can hear it in full bloom.
The noise of worry. 

Our brain tortures us, poisoned by the well of human existence, time, fear, history & information; full of chaos & love. Ugliness & war. Want & need.
Cascading down in a torrent until we are drowning in our own imagination. 

We process everything, every night as if somehow that's going to resolve, anything. When it does not. 

Modern life has left our souls tired from so much. 
We are kept at a pace our poor minds cannot keep up with and thus at the end of the day, we cycle through our entire lives, all at once. Wearing us thin in the process. Breaking our souls.

As a result, building a person full of fear & hopelessness because our brains, on their own journey, disembodied from the self at times, thinks it can filter & sift through all of life, all at once and find the answers alone. 

It cannot. 

Washed in fear, scared of life's harsher realities at times...there isn't much we can do but embrace life’s sweeter things in it's fullest fashion in this moment, as it stands. 

Learning to ignore these obsessive & worried thoughts here and there can give us the gift of sleep we so desperately need so we can start the next day clean, calm & refreshed in the hopes of something better, less painful and blooming with joy instead. At the very least, not be riddled & worn with fear. 

Give yourself permission to let go of those thoughts, to stop trying to fix everything in your mind. Because literally, you cannot. Repeat that when necessary. 

Just remember to live hard, live in the now.
Fully embracing one's life, is all you can do.
Love yourself deeply, love others when you can. 
And keep breathing through the pain. 

The Soul of Love~

From a space that lives within me, you exist. 
A soft budding notion that never dies for very long. 
A warm, full feeling of passion & home, safe yet exciting. 
When the land is ripe & the sky is open, I feed you and you grow from within.
Springing from the ground with joy & heat, you fill my soul with a broadness, a love and passion that takes up all the space in my body.

But when the earth is dried & scorched, burnt from the pain of the sun, shining so bright it muddies the mind, confusion sets in and I forget to feel, I forget how to grow within & love.

When my heart goes quiet & falls into the background with all the other unbegotten desires, in a world full of so much noise it cannot hear itself beat, the sky grows full of gray soaked clouds desperate to burst yet hold themselves back, the earth goes dead.

 
The very presence of you begins to dry up & disappears; Going into ground.
Perhaps it is good thing, because then I can stop wanting, pining so deeply I ache. I can stop thinking about the constant hunger in my soul for you.

Some plants do exist with very little moisture. Yet they are rare species. This is not something I want to be, rare. Unless I can find the perfect pairing of earth & water so I can help you come into form.
A special union that only exists in the most precious of moments when sky opens up to welcome the sun. Then maybe I'll be that rare, waiting patiently.

After some time, waiting, forgetting this feeling exists, forgetting all about you so deftly, something happens that feeds the seedling buried deep in the ground, waiting for light.
Knocking it from it's underground slumber it moves ever so slightly, sending tiny shivers & waves of vibrations into the center of my body. I feel you again. 
Some small reminder falls into my mind, my soul and opens the hull around the seed and lets expansion begin, again.
Some note, a sound evokes movement deep within, reminding me I am soft in the middle. Especially with you nearby. I am even softer. 

So I'll sit patiently waiting, growing & pining for the right amount of moisture to occur, raining down upon me, my insides to hasten the growth of this seed, this notion and bring you into form. 

5/3/22©DM

Also...

Link below for a lovely romantic poem by: 

Pablo Neruda-