Roses are red, violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.

But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead.

The sugar bowl’s empty, your wrists are stained red.

The sun isn’t shining, the sky isn’t clear.

There is no silver lining, because you’re not here.

The rain keeps pouring, there’s no end in sight.

You’re laying there frozen, so far from the light.

Your beauty’s unreal, your smile the sun.

But time can’t be turned, nor death be undone.

strained with dirt under the fingertips

frozen earth

and unhealed scars

a promise of spring

far on the edge of the line

dull sharpness

of a tired state

too long nights

leaving you in shell blue

She is hurt

She is dying

She is alone

She is lonely

She is a mess

She is judged

She is ignored

She is suicidal

She is stressed

She is confused

She is fucked up

She is depressed

She is misunderstood

She is tired but still living

She is hurt but won't show it

She is screaming but is silent

She is in pain but still smiling

She is me

Reaching deep into a heart.

Like shooting fireworks…

One intention,

piercing through the darkest unknown.

Firing up the most vibrant radiance of our inner making.

Or, like stroking music chords,

out of an ancient mythical harp…

One note,

touches the most tender place of a hibernated soul.

Earthly natures gently breathing our ancestors’ ancient dreams into being...

Like a sweeping willow tree

overarching the azure blue lake outside my old dormitory windows…

Daytime or dreamtime,

softly and gracefully

mapping out her inner soft tunes and admiration of life,

into the waters that she lays her soft fingers upon…

Like palpating and feeling the very fine fiber of a lover’s inner tender wounds,

even the most gentle soft voice,

can resonate ever so profoundly of

the deepest vulnerable part

resting within my heart.

And then, we can reassure each:

it is Okay

to have flaws.

To be imperfect is to be human and divine.

Let us not being too harsh with the self.

Let us hug our most inner tender wounds,

hug it off…

hugging off all sorts of hurtles and bags of sorrows we’ve been burdening the self,

too heavily for too long, upon

our tender inner path on earth.

Let us surrender,

and dive deeply into the vulnerable portal of the soft inner heart,

the tender place of immense deep-blue ocean of unknown,

the hidden corridor heralding to

mysterious space of infinite possibilities.

Let us awaken the dormant senses, and

awaken every pore of our existence,

Tapping into the infinite expansion of an inner horizon,

fully embracing, receiving…

miracles, blessings and

myriads shapes of

shimmering, sparkling, heavenly gifts on earth.