CPoetry

top yourself off with a ribbon; you are gift to the world. ::: i found myself wandering the Lowly Place. where it creeks--- it groans--- light banished from Its space. wandering gives way to confusion. a drowning abyss covered in seclusion. destitute. resolute. another black screen with no credits rolling but an enlightened heart hears the faint bells tolling. ::: Reports on Self-Forgiveness BODY REPORT 3/5/2017 When I am cut... When I am bruised... When I am broken... When I am starved... it is my autonomic duty to signal pain before anything else. I have to remind the person that I support that I am in danger. And by my being in danger, my person is also in danger. Once the pain is expressed, I also have an autonomic duty to heal. For example, it begins with an inflammatory response. White blood cells and platelets rush to the scene of danger. They say, "Thank you pain. We'll take it from here." Pain responds, "Ok, thank you." I am tender for awhile but not hu

old hurts feel like home; they were---they are a familiar presence. intoxicating the senses like a familial soft-baked cookie just out of the oven... yet they are still hurts, no? ::: long were we sick in the throws of a social pandemic. this viral pandemic has only made the latter plight nothing but more lucid. ::: in every gap of pain is an opportunity for love's influence. ::: place your hand into the striations of light and shadows. the back of your palm will then become a mirror; it reflects the truth that we are all a herd of zebras migrating through life, grazing on grasses of experience, and following the rains of adversity--- painted in stripes of shadows and of light.