THE GIRL WHO TAUGHT ME OUT IN THE WILDERNESS THAT IS IT OKAY TO CRY.

One day I'll tell you about the things
that move me more than anything.
This new revolution of Self
are my eyes that learned to speak
my eyes that may easily scream.
They have watched intensely,
they have been too shy to look
and for years
they have been static.

I was alone, feeling, without even
the spirit world, experiencing self doubt
clinging to my skin due only
to the circumstance
that my soul decided upon me
and that now
I am stuck.
At the very moment following despair
a soulmate spoke to me with spontaneous words
filled with affection, these expressions of
powerful speak.
She sent me to absolute glory.
My infinite soul!
The words she picked were perfection
against my demented dent of mind.
I let my sight blur and before consideration
I was weeping all over myself.
I was spilling my soul all over the blinking room
shedding the water of my mind every colour
of the disc of feeling.

I kept myself seated
for my thoughts revolved in a world
a far more horrid place then what, commonly,
I allow my mind to vulnerably think it as.
That human nature so easily falls to disgust,
that there are always victims
and that there is hardly ever
deserved
mercy.
That basic footage of the collapsed mid-east
and the alien demon of terror feasting there
requites all hope for beauty in this
original beautiful world.

Is there any hope left for beauty?

Within my small world getting bigger
all the time
I was reminded
exactly on time
that yes, there IS hope
and there is already beauty
because I saw it in the victims eye of fear;
she was truly a gift
about to die
by a soldier's hand.
And in her final perspiration
she was a queen,
premature for her death, too,
was awful early.
I was reminded exactly on time
regaining personal hope
and feeling the drops of something beautiful
falling from my obscene face:
HERE IT IS,
THIS IS LIFE.

I do adore this existence. I have found
true companionship.
It is friendship that is not jealous.
I beg the unknown with every breath
that speaks in silence
to seek the same fortunes:
SOUL that does move
that does love and provoke love.
Peaceful awakening and a time
of peace before rest
land that does not bother to own
but radiates in freedom
and
the celebration
of all these things
together.

I imagine an audience of spirits
gathered about I
at contemplation
of these fleeting sensations.
They are observing this breed of human kind:
a young woman
hurt by violence a million miles away
wanting to GET AWAY
and feeling ashamed for every earthbound illusion.
Retracting but falling again. Finding joy at my core
when intuition provokes dreamlessly:
KEEP IN MIND, THIS IS LIFE.
Thank your soul for friendship and love.
Do not bow to your savior, but rather,
to the feet that spared you.
I would give my body away to Nothingness
if this world finds path in war.
I will abandon this gorgeous planet
full of natural wonder
if the profession of solider persists.
I do not have the will
to live in fear.

My infinite soul.
The qualities of the wild.