Glass cutter

The words as they come, I do not understand them. I wonder if you do. Maybe I’m sensing your breath.. I think you must be tired. But I looked up that word and I am interested.

It just takes one absolute spirit truly working to reach others that helps the global sigh easier to hear. Your breath is audible. The commonality is how easy you reach. I used the word natural but what is more than natural? You are more than natural, still I’m sure you will tell me, it is everywhere. It is in everyone. Orisha. I need that mind. Like arrows striking gold made helmets, your breath is the invitation.

I like this hermit life. I like the living even more. Now I am stretching my arms and I can feel that heat in my hands. I am open.

The truth is I’m trusting these words in a language I do not know. If I am increasing in my decrease surely you are floating away. My job is not to stop you. This lesson is new.

Are you as misunderstood as the words and drums? Are you the arrow or the striking sound heard then felt. Whatever you are, I am teachable. Whatever I am, it is changing. So then I would be before and this is the after.. it is constant this movement.. I simply believe it is possible

The sleep may not come. Not like it always does. It may be that I travel In the nocturnal trust that is your breath. Not a silent raptor but a louder more pronounced continuation of the marked sound of breast to child affirmation.

You are teaching.. and it doesn’t hold your interest. I am not it, so miniature to your higher interest… beside your hands..I am teachable.. and gratitude is learned, you are teaching like the scald of hot chocolate, you ARE teaching.

art credit :harmonia rosales n.d.