A fire still burned.
A flame still danced.
An ember still glowed.
You will see, when the work is complete, the artists vision
Only when darkness fades away, can light reveal hidden secrets
Truths won’t hurt as much, and even now, its sting diminished-
time itself is not the healer
I have discovered
Masks won’t hide truth
When you see with eyes open inward,
the reflection of others living inside of you
A Great Truth is born
In that moment, we see one another
our lies are the same
And that truth makes me love you
Even if I don’t know you
Even if I don’t know myself
To become real,
somehow we must die
Taking our lies with us
It is this process of unbecoming everything, that we find ourselves.
I once thought I came to this desert to live. I believed I fell in love with the absolute freedom calling to me from the vastness ocean deep skies and the colorful wild spirit of the land.
In this place I believed my heart would soar with the eagles and I would become everything.
I came and cracked my heart open, offering grief, tears and pain to the rocks and dirt.
I walked the red earth confused and saddened
Not understanding that I came here to die
I arrived holding tightly the image of who I thought I was, who I thought I should be.
I arrived believing my purpose was to solidify and follow through with the agreements I made with my precious ego.
I am the Mother
I am the Dancer
I am the Pleaser
I am a Creator
I am the Writer
The Story Teller
I am the Wife, Sister, Daughter.
I am I am I am
I will not allow my youth to escape, although every day I am reminded that all things transform.
Tears, tears and more tears
Shed on the land
Given to the trees, to the skies, to every speck of dirt and the vast nothingness of air.
Where have I gone?
After the tears came laughter and joy!
I tell myself we must part ways
I want to sit in the dirt with desert flowers and rocks watching birds dance in the sky.
I want to climb the red rocks until I’m taller than the trees and listen for prayers on the wind while I cast mine to the skies.
It’s not such a terrible thing.
I can’t care that my feet are dirty.
I haven’t learned what I need to learn yet.