in the stillness a silent language of colors calls to me darkness surrenders shadows succumb to nascent possibilities
birds soar and dance swimming in the prisms passing through the hues while the morning sings praises and a mirror river as deep as the sky beckons me to soar and fly or wade through the clouds and make a path to the sun to join the morning song to rest in the peace to release the tethers in my soul that i have buried in this sorrowful clay
tired of carrying these burdens i let them slip into the current i wait and trust and dare not close my eyes as the metamorphosis unfolds colors and light call to me nearly breathless i attune my ears to the passing moments the silent language speaks He is here and i am His
i’m on a lost and found table which means of course i know exactly where i am but no one else does
separated from certainty waiting to be recognized next to a gray hoodie and a pink water bottle adorned with barbie stickers and a pair of warby parker sun glasses
it’s funny how much stuff can go unnoticed and is apparently unwanted and how temporary and impossibly thin i can feel
like the shadow of a tree lengthening and diminishing as the sun welcomes the night
after all these years of waking up you realize that life is an apparition we are a mist on this earth
we toil and run sing and work dance and hate love and fret create and scream
and the theme of it all the ostinato beneath this journey is a longing that we know cannot be fulfilled while we are still here
we long to be free from being tethered to the soil and we know that we have been leaving since our story began we just want to stay
so instead of identifying where this longing leads we invest our souls in tiny pursuits expiration dates constrict all of our efforts to be known loved and declared worthy until we find ourselves on the lost and found table
screaming for someone to join our tribe yet afraid of losing our loneliness crying for justice and healing yet ignoring the wounds of our crumbling souls
i will be found
after all the warby parkers were picked up surely someone will will see me
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