This is an email that contains
No content
It is empty
Devoid of all meaning

It symbolizes nothing
And asks for
Nothing
In return for
Nothing
That is being offered
To no one

In fact
If you said
It never happened
It wouldn’t be far
From the
Truth

But yet
Something is
Happening
Between two people
Do you know what it is?
It is more quite than a
Whisper

But you can hear it
Inside
If you close your eyes
And go deep
In your heart
And feel that tender
Longing
To come home
To love

Its here
I know you feel it
Because
you know
There is only one heart
And we
Are it

Know there is silence in the noise

Hear it

Know that time doesn’t really exist

Experience it

Know that I am thinking of you

Feel it

Know that there is only one heart

Longing to meet itself

Dancing with you last night
My feet moved magically under legs

Shadows came right up out of the floor
Lifting us higher and higher
To help us touch the sky

Developing sensual physical communication
Playing with subtle forces of divine light
There was unification of hearts and minds
Spinning and whirling in a sea of graceful fluidity

The night melted away
Timelessly transformed
Romance dance

I can still feel you in my arms
Folded deep beside me
Protected by my soul

Fingertips touching lightly
Looking into your eyes
When you smile that gentle knowing smile
I dissolve into the ocean of you

Here I am turning in on myself

the violence begins

with a single thought

Then I move into another layer

regretting and clenching

It feels like this will never end

This feeling

as transitory as it is

The holding on

cuts the same path

across the same wound

Tearing the same piece

of the same flesh

Blood cascades

from self infliction

as punishment

for what?

I don’t know

But it is never enough

I feel you’re hurting

Ended before it began

I will still love you

When you walk into the room I feel you from afar
I try not to stare and show that I feel your warmth
It is pointless to hide since everyone can tell.
There is a way of communication on many levels
A quite tone of understanding and care
I think about it when I am alone
And wonder if I will experience it with you
Do you feel what I feel in your own way?
Or am I alone in this feeling?
I don’t think so I know what I know and trust it.

I felt something between us tonight

It was instant delayed gratification

It doesn’t feel good right now

But I think it will soon

Thank you for trusting
For opening up
You are a blossom.
I knew that you had a special flame burning inside you.
I did doubt at moments wondering if I had been mistaken
Had I gone up the wrong and lonely road?
But no road is lonely when you are in the company of intuition and magic
Connected to the bigger connection, to the whole picture of life.

I want to answer you, to tell you things
To take your hand and reassure you that you are not alone
That the “us” you are looking for is actually a “we”
Joining together there is an emergence, a merging.
Feeling alone and a misfit is actually a healthy reaction to
The collective unconsciousness of societal pressures.
What we choose to do with those feelings is what makes the difference

I could write encyclopedias on pain
The encyclopedia painanica
Best thing I can say is when you feel pain
Your best defense is too breathe really deep and let it keep passing through,
Trying to stop it just makes things hurt more and then it stays around longer
It rarely lasts forever
And like I always say
Feeling pain won’t kill you
But not feeling it will

You are stronger than you can imagine
Your heart is bigger than the pain that cuts it open
How else can you open a heart without “breaking” it open?
Roses have thorns, people have pain
And the depths of pain counter the heights of loves joys

You have the will and courage to continue to move through whatever arises
That is the truth.

You are at home where ever you are
The clothes on your back are the entire tent you need
Your body is the sacred alter
Your heart the embers in the warm hearth
I appreciate getting to this point with you here in this dialogue.
It is not often enough in life that we get to share the depths of ourselves
Freely and openly with judgments aside.

I don’t know you, but I trust you.

How did they know how I feel about myself inside?
Was it that obvious?

The insecurities that I have acted out for so long,
There must have been a tip off somehow.
Could they have read my mind?
Was it a woman who told them?
Was it a drunken moment of despair?

This feeling of schizophrenia
The brand I wear on my sleeve

This doesn’t feel like a friendly place
I turn and there is scorn everywhere
I listen and all I hear is fury

Just forget everything I said!
Forget about me
I don’t exist anymore
I am a war hero in an unmarked forgotten grave
Buy a crimson poppy next year
From an old man in the street
Who wears a moth eaten uniform
Tell him how you really feel
About death