Germinating/Waves
This is not so much a blooming as it is a lightning bolt
fire and ash crashing into air
fading the anger
collision of care
this is not so much a blessing
as what we wrote
dual part fate and faith joining hands
when does the trust enter in?
to tame the reason with the rhyme?
I was hoping you’d let go of your version of “logic” this time
I already released mine
when I first fell into the trust of your eyes
there is a sight beyond seeing
and there are words beyond meaning
that extract and explain all that we can’t say
underneath the ocean of feeling
if you dig deep, you will find a gratitude for being
that can be found even in the most difficult of endings or beginnings.
I know- I was a nascent light born to darkness
I was a rose’s bloom in tundra,
snow drifts surrounding a scarlet droplet
I learned then- that everything is gold waiting to be uncovered
everything is diamonds caked in the rough
lotus flowers growing in mud
you just have to gaze deep enough
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not avoid your own eyes in the mirror
or ignore your pain and turn it into rage
but look deep and say
who am I?
and why am I?
and how could I
embrace-
deeper, further, longer,
fearless, loving, free
not caring what fool’s journey it takes me
to discover the truth of being.
In tarot fool is the first, the beginning, innocence, a start of a journey.
we have to choose
to begin again
to learn from it
what is the purpose of this life
if you don’t direct what it makes of you?
I thought you understood that too
that even if I lost you
I still loved you
and its okay to let go
and be remade.
That it is not an ending born of anger
but of patience.
trusting the way
riding the waves.
germinating.
-Fai
