Forested Heart

She walked into the dark forest, thick brush of whispering memories tried to hold her, caressing her with promises of death. Roses poked out of the black water, veins straight from the heart.

A hummingbird passed.

Fluttering with dreams and hopes of pure love.

The third eye opened and the heart exposed itself on a cliff, ivy thriving upon its pumping blood.

This space within, the forest that lives inside waiting to be explored. Dead trees amongst red roses.

Her lungs are still breathing, creating a rhythmic dance of step. We are human, what does that mean? In this dark world of misinterpretation. The walking dead flooding the streets, eyes closed. Trying to hold onto birth, the suffering of becoming. What beauty is there when your soul cannot speak?

With the loyalty of habit, growth yielded in a solitary heart. Embrace the emptiness within, each breath a violin.

BUT THERE IS NIGHT!

When most of the dead continue to sleep. The infinite space within opens itself for judgement. Every angle is paralyzed - waiting for a soul to dance in the black sky.

She's along inside.

Surrounded by space, not running anymore - just pressing away the dark sobbing. We are not really at home in our interpreted world.

The birds are aware. Isn't it time that we freed ourselves? Even from our beloved, quivering and scared.

A snap of release the bowstring lets her go. For there is no place where we can remain. There is no home outside of ourselves. We can hinder our souls from proceeding onward too easily, all sight ending.

An image enters in and rushes through arrested muscles, plunging into her forest heart and is lost amongst the leaves. Every time they change color her sight becomes more clear.

Illuminated in infinite space.

 The sky is moving fast
racing above me
in baby blue tones
The wind is a thin whisper
kissed across the sky
Beneath my steady balance, the cliff cracks
creating unsteadiness
I can taste the salt from the ocean
as it kisses me through the breeze
my reflection distorted
but the core
untouched
Where do I go from here?
Into the water?
My spine shakes slightly
chilled by the
shores embrace
endless space with open doors
Drawn in the healing direction
Slowly my feet hug the edge
and I fly
Spreading my wings
across the ocean
No longer bound