Wednesday, September 24, 2008

For It May Help A Lot

For It May Help A Lot



I've known you for the better part of a summer,
which for some of us is time enough for,
intuition to sink into understanding,

all the details you told me just now,
filled some missing pieces in and,
compelled, I'll share my well of love,

that's how it's done where I come from,
whether you're able to hear it, a lot or none.


It's up to you to hear these words,
a power beats in your heart,
to choose, let kind words sink in,

this message is wrapped in light,
as a gift for a special friend,
and when you read it again and again,

maybe you'll see where I come from,
my perspective is little, but it may help a lot.


You are whole.
You are your own.
You're made of all good.
And the promise of life lies within you,
like a spirit's carnival with streamers,
full rainbow colors star-bursting brightly,
each hue an aspect attractive alive,
floating in sight when looked for,
on the horizon, unweighted by gold.

Solemn yet silly are sad histories
which sometimes mask our identities
or tug our minds to tragedy, anxiety,
the truth though elusive is far brighter.


Your soul is a gift to the world,
as everyone's life is a gift,
and you bring light to so many,

Though too often we doubt it,
and fear rends feelings from us,
our hearts ache from overexposure,

the fact remains in the center of our being,
the power of life can't be stopped.


So much crap can get in the way,
with noise and broken glass, we think
it can't get fixed in time,

we can't help but put ourselves out,
where others can find us,
since that's what we're about,

damn that double edge we need,
vulnerable ability to heal or bleed.


You are whole, as you are,
on your own, and that feeling,
of pinched folded paper in your heart,

that's only where someone folded,
leaving a crease in your delicate art,
so getting used to it, plugging along,

means lots of loving self-talking to,
and releasing what anyone else may have told you.


Your eyes are alive little portholes,
I've learned to trust these windows,
into a person's soul they're a peek,

even when they well up with pain,
they also learn to watch for things,
to keep safe that precious soul,

your humor and kindness and wit and courage,
must be protected while allowed to flourish.


You are a complete person,
with everything you need,
the gifts that life gave you,

they're plenty, they're rare,
they're just what we needed,
even if some can't see it there,

you're part of what's bigger, beautiful,
and believe this now, though it prickles a lot.


Times can be scary and fear overwhelm,
when you hear someone tell you of,
how great you are and honestly,

we're taught to be humble,
and believe in our flaws,
but to let true love sink in,

to where we can feel it unfolded in our heart,
we have to let the pain of having heard otherwise out.


Crying is power.
Laughter is power.
As also a center of serenity is power.

Knowing yourself and loving that powerful soul,
you'll overcome all and time will see you take off,

you'll fly over bumps, see rough weather ahead,
you'll keep to your course, wings further you'll spread,

as you look far below you at that dizzying height,
you'll forget you are flying and begin to just glide,

take joy from the jet-stream, you cannot fail,
mistakes are just lessons with smiles in your trail,

learn to stay centered with focus and calm,
keep the best parts of your dad and your mom,

toss out left-overs, you have the choice,
the world will be happy to hear more of your voice.

I listened to my heart, it said no one told you,
I can't let you go on without having said so,
Our past has no power but that which we give it,
Our glass is more full as we imagine we fill it,
You're special, little one, I'm honored to say,
I've lived along side you, more brother each day,
Keep lots of warm-fuzzies right next to your heart,
Let your moments be eons and mimic your art.

I'd give you my past to convey what I mean
but life's different for you, my journey it's not,
through eyes to your soul, the diamonds I've seen,
and I don't mind telling you, for it may help a lot.

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