Spirit, when you leave this vessel become the whispering winds on the beach.
Become the leaf that floats atop the stream in the Spring.
The trees that wave ‘Hello,’ as you pass.
Become the snake bathing in such warmth of the magnificent sun.
Spirit, become Earth, Wind, Water and Fire.
Experience all the astonishing things you missed while you were passing by.
‘I love you, I’ll see you Sunday,’ were the last words I heard her speak
and yet it is roughly nine years later and she hasn’t shown.
Instead she is floating effortlessly across the Earth marveling at everything she didn’t get to see with her beautiful blue eyes.
The Earth continues to turn, people continue to move and move and move and
I can’t move.
I am paralyzed and I am 7 years old waking up in a cold sweat screaming for my mother.
Screaming for my father to bring her back and to tell me what I did wrong.
To tell me that it is almost Sunday and you’ll see her soon and she will embrace you in a motherly hug that will fix all worry, doubt, and pain.
You can look into her deep blue eyes and tell her that you love her.
That you don’t know what you would do without her.
That she is your best friend.
That you’d do anything to have her back.
Then it is nine years later and I continue to lie in my bed, still, silent.
Almost a decade and I still wake up screaming for my mother,
just as I did when I was a child having nightmares.
I am no longer a child but the nightmares have returned from the back of my mind.
The nightmares have appeared in front of me, every single day for the past nine years.
and Mommy can’t make them go away.
and Daddy can’t tell me where she went because he isn’t sure.
So I am left alone in my bed, waking up to cold sweat making me shiver.
Staying awake so I don’t have to face the monsters in my mind.
Pushing through every second of the day wondering if I will ever see my mother again.
and yet, the worst part isn’t waking up every morning.
It isn’t facing fears, or wondering why.
The worst part is
that Sunday never comes.
I am the Earth.
I am the layers of ground my ancestors traveled upon.
I am the vegetation that is born
That grows and grows and finally dies.
The leaves that shrivel and fall in the autumn breeze.
The beautiful tree branches that reach toward the sky,
That yearn to catch a cloud sailing in the sky like brush strokes on canvas.
I am the brilliant stars you wish you could hold in your palm.
The birds that soar free in their never ending atmosphere.
The astonishing creatures that have evolved from a single cell.
The marvelous oceans that rush up to take hold of ancient sand.
The air that replenishes your strong lungs.
Because, you see, we are all one.
You and I both will live on forever
Even after our families weep.
After our bodies are locked away in horrible metal chambers.
After our souls are free to discover things we only see in our dreams.
We are all the Earth as we are all traveling the long journey of living, withering and moving on.
We are one.
Breathe.
Exhale to…
Release.
Release all negative in your body and to ensure that you fly.
High.
You fly high to reach your home, your body, your mind,
You. Relax and let all thoughts slip away
Right out the window and
Your mind is clean and
Hungry.
Hungry for the seconds you waste wondering if you are
Perfect, skinny, gorgeous,intelligent,attractivefunnyprettystupiduglydisgusting.
Stop.
Find yourself and realize that you are every positive adjective know to
Man.
Evolved and progressed and grew and grew and grew and
Lived.
Lived for centuries of gorgeous moments people long for…
Look at the beauty around you and appreciate that you can…
Inhale.
