poetic fragments of monday night's insomnia
hot spots
concentrated doses of warmth
under a fleece hand-me-down
forest green
deep as the life in my eyes
my eyes
heavy with the day
not yet done
jazz
melodies slip quietly
under the hum of electric heat
inherited supplemental comfort
a reminder
a memory
a piece of the past
held in place by object.
the external triggers the internal
like a dialogue
between the senses
and the mind.
preoccupied.
reluctant to let go
of consciousness.
because there is no guarantee
that tomorrow will deliver.
hope.
as necessary as water
to thrive.
to believe in progress.
to embrace the momentum
of time flowing forward
ready or not.
a quote tonight from khalil gibran was about how in our sadness we are actually crying about that which brought us joy.
every moment that comes to an end
is a moment that i grieve.
some sadness just takes longer
to become softer
settle into the memory with
all the evidence i've collected
and constructed
refined to compliment what has come to matter most.
why is it so difficult to find
that embrace?
that touch
that offers without wanting
that appreciates without expecting
that soothes without needing
that exudes without draining.
that magic
that pleases and eases the mind
temporarily
enough to let gratitude surface
and smooth out the rough edges
left behind from the moments that scar.
so difficult to meet souls willing
and ready.
connections come up just shy of earth shattering
just close enough to spiritual
but miss the mark and create a different target
that becomes just as beneficial to aim for.
so difficult to find that
holy trinity
mind, body, soul.
friendship is a gift of a different color
one less fleeting
one less complex
one i have never had a hard time obtaining.
like plenty of polished stones
in the stream of experiences where i've
dipped my toes
but the gems are harder to grasp
with the current moving so fast.
"and if i try to go slow, then when it happens, i'll have time to grab it before it's gone."
my own words offen serve as the reminder i needed.
off to sleep.
concentrated doses of warmth
under a fleece hand-me-down
forest green
deep as the life in my eyes
my eyes
heavy with the day
not yet done
jazz
melodies slip quietly
under the hum of electric heat
inherited supplemental comfort
a reminder
a memory
a piece of the past
held in place by object.
the external triggers the internal
like a dialogue
between the senses
and the mind.
preoccupied.
reluctant to let go
of consciousness.
because there is no guarantee
that tomorrow will deliver.
hope.
as necessary as water
to thrive.
to believe in progress.
to embrace the momentum
of time flowing forward
ready or not.
a quote tonight from khalil gibran was about how in our sadness we are actually crying about that which brought us joy.
every moment that comes to an end
is a moment that i grieve.
some sadness just takes longer
to become softer
settle into the memory with
all the evidence i've collected
and constructed
refined to compliment what has come to matter most.
why is it so difficult to find
that embrace?
that touch
that offers without wanting
that appreciates without expecting
that soothes without needing
that exudes without draining.
that magic
that pleases and eases the mind
temporarily
enough to let gratitude surface
and smooth out the rough edges
left behind from the moments that scar.
so difficult to meet souls willing
and ready.
connections come up just shy of earth shattering
just close enough to spiritual
but miss the mark and create a different target
that becomes just as beneficial to aim for.
so difficult to find that
holy trinity
mind, body, soul.
friendship is a gift of a different color
one less fleeting
one less complex
one i have never had a hard time obtaining.
like plenty of polished stones
in the stream of experiences where i've
dipped my toes
but the gems are harder to grasp
with the current moving so fast.
"and if i try to go slow, then when it happens, i'll have time to grab it before it's gone."
my own words offen serve as the reminder i needed.
off to sleep.
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