She arrives with no notice
Engulfing, and folding me Deep into her embrace Where does she live and Why can’t I ever see her coming? She strokes my back so hard I can’t move Spreading her hands around My heart and gripping it hard She places wires upon my chest Connecting me up to the earth’s heartbeat I can’t block it out I must feel and hear The sadness With every stroke She shows me the dying forests The choking oceans The crying children The spreading fires The tears of their sadness are Rolling down my cheeks Their sadness becomes mine Mine becomes theirs Entangled in each other’s suffering Who is she and why does she come? Why does she do this to us? I sit in these paralysing waves And part of me wants to break free While another part Wants to be washed right over I sit in these waves And time slows I sit in these waves And everything goes quiet I sit in these waves And then I hear music Then, I see paintings Then, I feel the love Of billions of humans And Trillions of species Trying to live here In love, with sadness all around
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