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Dancing on her father‘s grave, she twirls

Her sundress, billowing out like a halo around her

Barefoot

In the fresh cut grass

She misses him

The memory of his face etched in her mind

But fading

She remembers his heartbeat, with her ear resting upon his chest

Her hero

Her protector

Now he’s gone

So she twirls, hoping to feel that heartbeat through the grass

Through her barefoot connection
When she spins fast enough

She can see his face

Feel his heartbeat, through her toes

She misses him.
 

 ~JCR

I know how to come back 

From whatever edges I find

Running into darkness

The unknown

The endlessness

I’m tethered to a point

Where return is always known

A point that is home

And will always call me back

I know how to get there

I know how to come home

 ~JCR

What does the ocean tell you, when you sit with it and listen?
 

Many find solace in the silence of the noise, but what dos it say, really? 

It has a lot to tell.
Sometimes it whispers, and sometimes it yells.

It has seen everything, knows the secrets, and knows the ways of life and love.
It knows what is in the soul of the world, it is part of that soul, it is that soul. 

It is within us, so it knows what is in our hearts too.
So what does it say when you sit there in that presence?
If you sit and truly listen?

 ~JCR

I remember the colour 

         of night as it’s approaching,

         the deep, misty blue 

         on a rainy evening in the city. 

It washes away the day, 

         cleans it and tucks it in to sleep. 

We are welcome to dream of other things, 

       or sort through what has burdened us. 

That blue, the dark night, 

        offers itself up as a guide, 

         easing us 

         towards starting fresh in the morning.  

        ~JCR

 Fire.

Building my own fire, keeping it burning.
What fuels it?
What do I need to breathe into it?
To keep glowing,
To keep dancing,
To keep from burning out? 

~JCR

It feels like fall but smells like spring, fall, dressed in spring's clothing...

The light angled softly, horizontal and lounging, there's balance in the upness of the trees, stretching to grasp at the light, tasting it, nourished by it...

The perfect hour, caught between rest and play, caught between rest and work...

The fall-like spring, so fresh, not too sleepy, not too busy, yet alive at just the right pace...

The joy it brings my heart, this is the space that feels right for me, not too sleepy, not too busy, yet alive at just the right pace...

And You beside me, gentle spirit, telling me stories, saying nothing, always there..... 

~JCR

Waving, hello, waving goodbye.

Waves everywhere, always waving.

Waves of sunlight.

Waving branches.

Waving thoughts.

Waves of emotion.

Always moving, waves,

Even when still, always movement.

~JCR

It’s crushingly* lonely sometimes

Here in my head, in my own heart

The intensity of my world

Is often not understood

The intensity of this life

Of feeling held down

Of being held back

From all that I know is there

From the space to breathe so deeply

To run so far

To run so fast

Faster than the wind

And faster than the earth is turning

To know that the depth of love I desire

Is only accessible through the souls of trees and stars

It’s so lonely, sometimes, and so painful,

Yet incredibly beautiful

To know all of that intensity is mine

And even alone, in my own heart

I have the strength to chase the sun, if I want to

 ~JCR

*originally written with another choice of word for more accurate emphasis and release of emtion, removed only because the vulgarity isn't ncessary, really, in the bigger picture of it all.

~If you can't meet me in the field

Meet me beyond, instead

~Here in my liminal space, I'm alone

Meet me beyond, instead

~And the chaos of the past is no place for love

Meet me beyond, instead

~The future, is not what I'm talking about

Meet me beyond, instead

~And I will leave the doors open, in forgiveness

Meet me beyond, instead

Time is always irrelevant, eternal

Meet me beyond, instead

Where the heart has no boundaries, is the place

That’s where I’ll be, instead       

 ~JCR

In just the right place

I see the gently angled light

And the fuzzy edges of life

I hear the wind

And the creaking of the old bones in the sky

I've come back here again

I return over and over

The same place

The same thoughts

The same heart

I can grow old here myself

My own bones creaking

My face to the sky

And my heart deep underground

It is held there, in the roots

It is the force

That keeps me standing

---JCR

I have so much to say, all. the. time. 

I need more of an outlet.

I need to talk like someone is listening.

I need my heart to be heard. 

I need to express, to vent, to speak.

Sometimes, I need to say nothing,

and I need that to be heard too. 

---JCR

The heart, it knows

It knows what it wants

But wants, desires, are not to be indulged

Time for that is passed

Small treats, on occasion

But not yearnings of the ego

Nothing more to soothe past injuries

Will ever be enough

Are no longer needed

Will no longer work

To satisfy the heart that lives here now

The heart, it knows

The raw simplicity of truth

Is the only thing it really wants, or really needs

No love or chocolate cake

That only satisfies the surface

Will ever be enough

To reach the deep corners of the heart

That desires only the Truth

---JCR