the gifts of the shadows
it always takes me until midnight to find my day.with the dip of the sun below the sea, i finally find the appropriate use for the sand particles stuck in my shell from the previous night's extroversion.
emerge, pearl.
i beg you.
all day.
i beg.
weep,
and bitch like hell.
until then.
dark.
i stop laboring.
i bask instead in the knowledge of being known, and in the return of truly knowing.
nothing fake. nothing polite. nothing small.
instead, the talk is big.
the biggest it's been.
someday, i swear - god will appear and all of my internal dialogue will finally end for the glory of something other.
the history of our hugeness.
in this grandeur,
i stop trying.
and
just
be.
a profound friendship.in this grandeur,
i stop trying.
and
just
be.
~crm
2 comments:
..oh I bet you make MANY pearls dear friend!
i can see the pearl emerging, its softly illuminated curve. it holds the sheen of the many years it's been in the making. its delicate weight and perfect roundness are just the periphery of its priceless worth. it is being born; it is beautiful; it is you.
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