Doorsteps

I sit on the rough steps leading to the place I call home... a place that is legally mine. I sit under a clear night sky, breathing in the many scents that a light breeze blows towards me.

I sit and I think of the many people I love... I dream of the many things I love, the passion I feel, this intense energy that I need to give to the world.

Music plays in my ears... I listen to the many beats and dance inside. I am sometimes a woman of total abandon.

I sit here and shed a tear or two for what I've lost and will never touch again.

I sit here and let the breeze kiss me gently and make me believe in my potential.

Much water has flowed... and all through the one steady truth has been this : I have to give of my energies to nurture this place.

I have only one prayer... o sky, keep me whole and keep me complete enough to nurture it all.

Hold Me

When the multiple energies of the day ends...
Then the quiet loneliness sets in.

It's not exactly sad... it's a mix of emotions... a sense of peace, a few tears, a little worry, a little gap in the heart.

And the imprint you left on my soul surfaces every now and then... these days it doesn't paralyse me so completely... maybe my soul is learning to free itself from your hold.