Near to my Breath

Feeling alone and invisible in a favorite coffee shop in a favorite city. My elated heart breaks throughout alternate moments--like an exhalation. Could anything be more beautiful? I am saturated with sympathy almost continuously and have no desire to change this.


The dark man named me clear water as he sipped me slowly, endlessly in a small moment that has always and shall ever be.... The deepest hole, one that I could fill fill fill and never gather rising, cleanses me of every resource, every preconceived notion. I learn at each turn that it is my job to illuminate the dark places; to rise continuously as the sun and birds come screaming towards me (I follow the wind).


What higher purpose could I serve than that of embodying a clear reflection? Your energy and perception blankets my form and is thus presented for your gaze. I share in your reaction, I mix it with the facade of all to create the most beautiful ugly painting. I am only alchemist--lead into gold, glass into diamonds, something from nothing I pull and incarnate; filtering and releasing toxins to those who want them. My self, a mysterious essential, becomes more and more evident as I shed your skin and release it back to where it came from. (I am a rose I am an onion).



It is so easy to change another's day, week, month, life--it is so easy to elicit divinity, for it is everywhere; waiting inside of the ugliest things. I am mad with love. I beam it in every direction. My joy is so deep that I can hardly contain it. One day, I will explode and seep, like ashes, into the lungs of everything.