Two Writers

So many bodies hit the ground

Pale thin slivers, layers of me

or who I was

or who I might be

Dreams lost yet found somewhere

in time

in space

in Life

all at Once

I’ve been shedding

ideas

about this and that

right and wrong

the world is free when these don’t exist

especially my world
people

this one and that one

right or wrong

the world is free when I let you go

especially since you don’t want to be

in my world

I’ve been walking the shore of the ocean

my retreat in battle 

(and where we last fought)

          my retreat near the cliff-face

where I am hidden and alone

I’ve picked up fossils and stones

observed their layers

their sharpness

their smoothness

they are perfect any which way they are

they don’t judge themselves

you see?  they’re just right - at every moment 
                                           because of this

they are eternal

I’ve sat here too, thinking

pondering

creating stories in my mind that never was, or likely will never be...but exist all the same in another reality

dimension, another place 

I’ve concluded

I know we’re different, and apart, and misunderstandings killed us in the ocean

Yet I still feel you

All these theories that we are all One...all these mysteries

Have they come undone

in me?

To reveal indeed, We Are

Have learned; I could never lose you, have never lost you

Will always be

Connected

To your Heart

To your Uncommon Mind

To a Past that was

And a Present that left so fast

                                                I can only pretend in a daydream 

That friendship is still possible

Between us

Sometimes

I recall your writings

     Powerful and eloquent

For one so young

For one who saw only a Monster in me
  
           And then I remember

I slayed you without intent, without meaning

And slayed myself with the mourning of it

But it didn’t end there

And for a time 

I could push you out of my mind

For a time

I could pretend that this was meant to be

But then

I wonder if this is how it will end

This time around

                                               And it bothers me

I’m going to Egypt
The Egyptian Book of the Dead 

Was a book I stopped reading many moons ago

early in my journeying

          I felt so close to Truth

And became frightened of it

I stopped my Spiritual Quest

Went into Business

Focussed on distraction

Instead

I’m going back

In a way

Back to learn the Truth 

That scared me

When I thought nothing could

Perhaps I will lose another sliver of a false self

       Or a false dream

       Or a truth I once believed

Perhaps I will Heal for Everyone

Every hurt that went unseen

                         Even the slaying of your private heart

Your Secret Self

                        By my words

And the slaying of mine - by yours

Perhaps

We will encounter each other somewhere

When we’ve Healed

And I’ll ask you which of your stories

Is your favourite

And I’ll tell you mine

 
And the dead will come alive over a cup of coffee

                     And we'll just be two writers at a table

                          

Ever grateful for the Universal Mind that connects Us all and all Life in every dimension to each other in every moment.

I remain,

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist