Relate if You can

Relate if you can they say. Of course. This is just the normal for free spirits.
I would know.

So many theological phrases come along with a mind meant for a bed of wild flowers. Such thought. Detail. On the fly all the same. Sentences that a scholar would dream of composing, with breath so small a child newly born could compete. Logical? Relate if you can.

So at peace they seem, those hippies of sorts. But war is the thing they have the hardest time with. A war not of the world, people, or things alone. Themselves. you vs. you. How could such a soft spoken, chill person deal with issues bigger than they know... relate if you can.

Take a stroll down a lane of deep breaths, lyrics written on your wrist, dirty feet describing the journeys taken, and a heart inscribed with tales  beyond all imaginations. Life.... the reality we have been missing all along.

Free spirits know it.  Feeling within the bones given to hide the true reason their presence is here. They see your struggles with 'things.' And they rest knowing you will fix it. Somehow. Wars within souls is only savable by Him. Let it go.

Quick I write. Sense? Why make any when these are just words? From my own mind I speak. Powerful to whom need it to be. Silly to those who care for anything but the relaxed form of expression. Open your soul to the fact that hearing comes after listening. You must be taught these things. A free soul knows being exposed to the lessons is the greatest. Beat beat. There it is. That drum once again it calls me. Relate if you can. If not, who knows... maybe your sain. And I am the one in need of some rules. Nahh.

Trial and Error

Such a student as you
careful in what you know.
Learning like the baby sparrow,
trial and error.

Such a child as you
always ready to grow.
Reach above your head to see,
how much more today.

Such a girl as you
shy to approach egar to be noticed.
Behave as others with no luck,
wondering why.

Such a teacher as you
loves to love. Hand ready
to calm. Instruct. And to discipline.
Just as you were once.

Such a human as you
always mistakes. Always good jobs.
perhaps tomorrow there will another chance.
Laugh, hours left you know.

Eating the information up like your first thanksgiving.  Crying tears for those who forgot how to.  Loving the thought of adults listening to what you have to say, silly or not.   Know, always what you can.  Sometimes it comes back in strange forms.  Listen, see, be ready.  Such a you is me.

Wind Is Sweeping Around

                                                        Wind Is Sweeping Around

As I accept a piece of me, small but

Given anyway, you go a bring me chills

Quick, you came and went on purpose?

For I wish you could have stayed, invisible

To the naked eye. Surrounding me like a

Revived spirit, I am consumed by your presence.

A tendency to brush against my skin like needles with strength
Like a hurricane? Or maybe you have tender wisps,
Sweeping around my soul. Clear and comforted your intentions are heard.

And being the small piece against your power I know how to stand;
Protecting myself like a priceless treasure. Many more times your
Appearance is made and my treasure is at risk, touched, felt.

Holding a hand prevents from facing the chill.
Worried you calm like the oceans breeze; you and I
A pair separation will not know, strength and growth

But broken still. Heart opened to let you in; wisps back,
Power is filled in these lungs of time.
Seeing at last purpose in these meetings.

Perhaps time will have it, wind will be a mirror of me.
Sweeping, touching, a treasure of play
Only to be given away again.

Clarity and Needles

Sometimes all you need is one moment alone with Him, in an element you are unfamiliar with, that you think you have no purpose doing, and it hits. Like your feet on Christmas morning when you were little; hard, running so fast the direction didn't matter, just as long as you got there.

There is the moment of release, letting go, moving on. Or on special meetings learning something new. I love that part, but sometimes you wonder why it could not have been sooner. If it would have been any sooner what would have gone through to learn anything? Moments of peace knowing He is right behind you smiling, sitting on the edge of His seat in approval.

Sometimes those moments happen and you share them. I did. And the passing of a happy thought, a happy time when only breathing coming from yourself is what you hear. He came to me through clarity and needles tonight. With a bath/shower that should have been 'too long.' With a conversation made for me to realize, it's not me whose driving the boat and asking for direction. Or maybe I was, and that was my problem...

I nod my head. This is where I'm supposed to be, panic attack number 5 of the day has come and gone, and the voice of a wiser than I says, "It may suck, and it may feel like it is to hard and you can't do it. But there are always, always reasons.... and your reason.. is them."

I am not the driver of this boat, He is.

These moments are never called for, but always on call.
When they seem a little late, they come right on time.
Just like the wind brushing against me like needles, and clarity in frosted wings, they are art ready to make the debut gala called, life.