ON EMBRACING WOUNDS

intimacy comes in many forms,
from a glance to a heart at stake.
but you stake it, nonetheless, when it piques you,
for your True Heart knows when it wakes.

and Glee emits without effort,
the tickle of the recognition in all said.
the I-spy, gleam in your eye, the ascending,
seeing the mind’s eye’s cognition of Love’s quest.

it echoes and resounds in your sinew.
you want to stretch, purr, and breathe.
and laugh, it’s as if in a mirror,
that gift of Acceptance; that allowance of Need.

oh, the gift of our bodies,
so many neurons, and electrons, and pulses.
and each, hungry in its own turn,
we voice them, through our very indulgence.

instruments, organs, heartbeats. 
Pink, lush, bold.
we are nothing more than what we’re composed of,
and we own the switches to the tracks that unfold.

you grow, and you learn, and you yearn, and discern,
and you sift and you measure for your due.
but in my time it’s the gift of the giving
that allows all in the Clan to be true.

why else would they never seek elsewhere?
why else would they have no reason to roam?
because all you need is in your Intention,
and it just comes out, it guides, and it hones.

Allowance is a wonderful blessing.
even though some shudder when they find the raw truth.
but the portal is only presented to open,
an invitation to know your own manipulations and ruses.

it is always a Source we are skittish of.
Mortal blessings are intimate; the core of belief.
and the gift of speech is our elevation;
to speak is to put All within reach.

Life, in a nutshell, is laughter.
it’s one for all, and it’s all for one.
greed and giving are commeasurate,
for only dubious Truths need be won.

so i pack up my Part, and my Parcels.
God.  how i smile at Life’s endeavors to learn.
but count me in, it’s never tedious,
and i still love the idea of taking turns.

we can all receive help when we’re hurting;
just ask and you shall receive.
and your own time will come to relinquish ~
when another has their time of need.

so in the end, our wounds are our teachers.
we know what pleasure is, or how it was lost.
and it eases when you understand for another,
and you bridge them, peacefully across.

by sharing a sorrow’s mishap,
we also embrace the light of Life.
distilled, so simply by our feelings,
and the allowing of them to shine.

it is fruitless to try to stay in elation.
and it is fruitless to try to stay depressed.
such efforts only block the flow of cognition,
you must have both, in full measure, instead.

so be kindly gentle to your spirit,
and let it have it’s Voice.
wail, and laugh, share, don’t hold back,
and you will certainly be presented with new Choice.

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Graphic:  My First Gallardo.

I call it Vanity and Cognition,

or - something like that.