even as we find our endings and beginnings merging and coming unraveled
we hold a light up to the world with our words
our suffering provides a levity for others
perhaps
the effort is solo and genuine and pure
to speak
to express
what we feel feel feel
how so many of our fellow travelers can’t see their own light
and even in our darkest moments
we
writers
poets
musicians
painters
crafters
cooks
lovers
singers

i listen
for the poets
of pain
of transformation in the scorching fire
a letting go of dreams of who and how we might become
flow flow flow into the darkness on the raven’s wings of death
and birth
and what a bloody mess life can feel like at times
and we reach toward ourselves
our feelings
with
words
spoken
or sub-verbal
a sub-lingual sounding of our own pain our own hopes our own light

you are a light
i am listening
i will not stop seeking
love
truth
justice
companionship

you are a light
and spread tiny flakes of pain joy hope and resolve
you give more than you get
alone in a world you can disappear in from time to time

there is one
there is you
there is me
listening

god is in the connections
in love of craft and expression and truth
you are a light

shine
burn
ignight yourself again and again
fearless of the flame
mindless and free
untethered from all you have known
a word twists like a tornado in your soul
until it is born

i receive

i

you

thank you for this moment
shared
encapsulated in ohs and ahs and uh, um, yes, maybe
i don’t know anymore

i will hold the light for you when the cave is dark and cold
reflect your magnificence off the coal cold walls you inhabit
a beacon is shot into the night sky
an ember of self-reflection
not meant for anyone
perhaps for god
a prayer
for grace
courtesy

whatever

i’m here for that
my friend
but please remember this

you are a light

dj – jm
2-24-26

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