And I can remember moments.
When I dig deep, I can remember.
And it is all mundane and unappealing to the foreign ear.
But I am amused with what I recall.
With the colors of the past.
And how they have painted my soul.
And my body is my vessel.
Shameless marks of scars and scrapes.
I’ve fallen more than I’ve flown.
But bruises are more beautiful than wings.
And my heart is my most treasured mystery.
And I thought it had found its place.
A few times.
And just when I had given up on the most sacred piece of all,
The puzzle came together. And there was life.
Flowing through me like water flowing downstream.
Toward higher love.
And my soul is treasure.
All of my most beloved moments, hidden and safe, in one place.
In one piece.
And the colors mix.
And sometimes I smile, and close my eyes.
And I dig.
That’s where I dig.
And I pull out sacred stories.
And I am a little girl, swimming with my eyes wide open.
Salt rushes in. And my eyes are stained with seaweed and sun.
And I must come up for air.
And get back to where I was.
Living in this moment. With clarity running through my veins.
And I am forever grateful for the good and the bad.
My humanity would be lonely without the other.
And I’d like to stay in the past.
Where it is comfortable and familiar.
Basking in the agony, and the ecstasy.
But this life is much too beautiful to live anywhere but here.
Here and Now.