The current pulls me
This way and that
The darkness guiding
My fingers trail along the ocean floor
Collecting the deepest and most
Impactful
Trails left along my DNA
Mangled remains of what should have been
My humanity
Tearfully, tenderly sorting
Untangling
Grief rips through me
Removing all the festering fragments
Of ego
Defensiveness
And false realities
Removing why, when, how, who
It’s warm hands on my shoulders
“Look up, loved one.
Remember the only reason you are here.
Swim towards the stars.”
Washing up somewhere between death and hope
My mother lifts me gently
It’s hard to tell where she ends and I
Begin
I sprinkle myself through her forests
Cycle myself through her heart
Where birth and death intertwine
Where her sweet, full
Silence
Dissolves
Returns
Me to
The pulse of life
The Eye of the Needle 