residual | part 3
And how does one truly Stay True
(feat. slightly echoic audio right here)
and how does one truly Stay True?
as if it were something to simply Go Do—
or, were it not, perhaps it could relate
to that letting the presence of
perhaps it is simple as
the whisper or trill of the pulse that is
all of that which rises
like vapor, like steam,
approaches like a steady friend, saying
And If You Believe You Can
Then You Will Begin Again.
and again and again until
there’s some new bloom,
that you swear to keep alive within
that solemn room
that is your heart.
and never again let it depart.
you have an explosion in you, too.
i hope you know.
there are colors that flow,
how palindromes and postulates and poetry
and, at times, pain,
all frolic and gambol and twirl and surge
from those quietest crevices in your
don’t be afraid—
because its light
circles around again.
the outside world is stillbeckoning
still hungry for you to Be There
even in the face of this reckoning
even when you are unaware.
take that pain from in your veins and
let it go from you.
take the story from your core and
let it free you all the more,
to speak its piece
and let it flow
and be your peace
until you know
that this is that realest fullest breath of
Who are you really?
Tend to her. Take him out to where he longs to be.
Or, be still and simply be with that truest you.
Isn’t that what the world needs?
Isn’t that what you need?