At a loss…
At a loss…
for words.
And, yet…they steep
from this pen
running over the cup
filling spaces all around
the saucer
holding
the bubbling liquid
of fluid—
consonants
and vowels.
At a loss…
a bridge forms
allowing me to cross
the uncharted stream
of fluidity.
Rising inside of me
a tide—
from where it comes
I do not know.
Nor, does it matter.
At this loss,
I am finding what
flows from within the
‘spring’ I AM
Without needing
any longer
direction, ideas, thoughts, guidelines
rules—from others.
I trust what pools
from the hid-den depths
of my being—
revealing
losses,
treasure chests of GAIN…
gold fashioned from
the fire
cooled by the waters
dripping over me.
The sea
I have become—
Vast, open, timeless—
fierce, calm, soothing,
tumultuous, unending.
At a loss,
I step ashore
gather my breath
and jump back in.
The splash—
a single drop.
I am alive in all the ripples
finding rest in every wake.
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