Our realities will offer us recurring themes in order to convey a particular learning lesson or personal truth. Often, these can incite pain or suffering, though they can, conversely, incite inspiration & recognition of self.
I have most recently been offered opportunity to reform and reintegrate fragments of self – those which I recognize as my own soul. The vehicles: one, a musician, and the other, a poet.
his eyes hold the meadows, the forest
the lush greenery of the land
& the wonder of neighboring galaxies and planets.
the abundant expressions of his beautiful face,
are but a humble introduction to the depths of his heart,
and the expansiveness of his spirit
his music is my own,
& in a space of joyous, luscious creativity, we reuinted once more.
(relief to the longing heart.)
great sensitivity, exploration, honesty, and love surrounds this creature,
his music magnifies
he is a true musician: an unbounded spirit. he graciously allowed me into that space, into his heart, and reminded me of my own musical inclinations & expressions.
thank you for unbounding my musical spirit.
whether a hunger for words or a hunger to feel, greater, i know not.
fingertips on skin,
if you catch his laughter or a glance of his deep feeling, consider yourself lucky. between his words and in moments of repose lies his gentle heart, passion, and wisdom.
among the infinite stream of noise & words, there is art in creating metaphor,
among the infinite stream of noise & words, there is art in feeling, sensing, embodiment.
he has shown me a longing that has no association with grief, but instead, with ravenousness to create :: feel :: become.
words are a medium,
the body is a medium,
the human, a medium,
everything a tool for expressing (a facet) of the vast.
thank you helping me rekindle unique expressions of mediumship.
As much as they are me, they are with me: the most precious reminders. To the musician & poet within :: without, I extend my eternal gratitude, warmth, and love.