And it’s all that knowledge
that conceals what a thing is.
there was a man,
this man had body issues that kept him apart from
most sense of physical experience. what could this
man do? so the man learned. he learned to cut
his skin just so much as to feel some sense of body
connection. to be awake. what he now calls
in whatever way available to him.
seems like ample pain in this world. real and imagined.
is there a reality where pain is received in gratitude?
just to be alive.
the closer we look, the less we see of sky.
sailors say, some waves know your name.
many just ignore you, unless provoked.
if you don’t know how to do. do. allow,
allow not knowing to find its own way.
draw small circles from far away. like we do.
which of these threads have only a single source?
to see a thread is to become that thread. more.
more than chemistry.
this is what I go to sleep with and,
and what I wake up with each day.
it’s not so much being brave about life.
it’s more about surrendering. happiness comes.
like rain does,
two surfaces finding each other.
like planets do when they begin gathering.
gathering home. this could be me.
2 thoughts on “it happens like this”
You have made a path through all those dark places. Bravo!
Like a sailor coming into port? You know, when your ground gets still again. Thanks Elizabeth.