broken vein.

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There is a room that remains closed
in each and every one of our hearts
it holds what means the very most,
a treasure-well of priceless life parts

It is dark yet there is light enough
as I sit before my piano keys
A single note is all it takes
for the forgotten lock to release

I roam into that room at times
and see a broken picture frame
the glass all shattered
and scattered
on the floor

I kneel to pick up the pieces
sharp shards find supple flesh
and a broken vein reveals
the frame never really mattered much
laying broken
behind that door

The picture remains whole
despite the fallen broken frame
reminding me your smile never wavered
when that black & white moment
forever captured your name

The frozen twinkle in your eye
gave pause to the moment
where memories haunt
and questions taunt
inquiring:
is this what love truly meant?
that every once in a while,
a frame falls and shatters
revealing loves true intent

Did we really think these
constructed frames
could forever hold
ephemeral moments
encased in gold,
preserving them in the amber of memory..
a museum of fanciful reverie

Yet there they remain
preserved in a special room
of shattered frames
and broken veins
a sacred shrine within a tomb

And the shattered glass
now crimson red
adds color to the room
the broken vein, an endless well
for the ink to pen the wound

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Love Is The Release

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I watched the ocean waves crashing
beneath the reaching light of the moon;
Time was suspended upon the clouds.
There was a heavy and palpable silence
that only made the roaring of the waves
so much more powerful.

I was reminded of my insignificance,
as I stood there on the shore..
but at the same time,
  assured of my importance;
as important as each star above me.

The ocean was inside of me,
and I was inside of the ocean.
The water’s ebbs and flows
kissing the shoreline ~
The advancing,
the retreating,
were reminiscent of the sways of my heart,
as they oscillated between the clinging to this world,
and the letting go.
The desire for love
and the release..

Every crash of the waves,
as it ate away at the shoreline,
further reinforced:

You cannot love with your mind.
Love cannot coexist with thought.
It will retreat

You cannot love without the learning
how  to let go;
without being willing
to let go.

You cannot love while resisting the gift of love;
and you will not always know where that gift is
or what it is
or from where it comes.

Love is the release;
it is the open hand,
always ready to receive.

Love is the bird taking flight
allowing the wind
to guide its glide..

Love is the candle
burning its wick to give light,
knowing it is extinguishing itself.
But its essence lives on.. and returns.

Love is the being here
Now
the letting go of the past.
Even as the past revisits you.

Love is accepting the quiet moments
to soothe you,
and the harsh moments
to teach you.

 Love
is the release.