Forgiveness settles in like tiny fingers loosely pressed around just one.
A baby cries for her journey.
The Universe has once again marvelled at its ability to contract and expand,
an never ending ebb and flow.
I wonder if my heart can linger just long enough to feel the ecstasy of despair.
I am grateful for this strength; I watch in amazement at its capacity.
I suppose the Universe has contracted and expanded millions of times in this mechanical
beating community of cells:
Will I ever understand the language in which she speaks?
Can I trust that her sails are pointed in the direction of warmer waters?
Just like a ship in the harbour, I wait to catch a glimpse of adventure - the vast Sea -
yearning for the salt water to embrace my open wounds in an attempt to heal
the mysteries of a past that no longer exists.
I feel the karma anchor me down,
begging me to pay attention to the cycles of the moon.