Space & Everything

When you say everything,

Do you mean everything?

You say some things are quiet for you, okay maybe

not quiet but slow.

Makes me wonder, with my patterns and pacing

how that would go.

Would I overwhelm

overuse the space

not know how to pace or give grace for the trace

of new in a place where we've existed for so long?

Well not long, but we've lived so deeply in it

That I wonder what it would feel like to win it.

Would we un-spin a weave so tightly wound

and feel free knowing now it has no bounds

or would the wide open show just how bare the unknown is

and vast

would it pop, fizz, then pitter and clash?

leaving just space.

Space for anything

Space for everything

Space for knowing again and getting to know

When you say everything,

Do you mean everything?

That space for knowing

would it have bounds

because of the things in our hearts that cannot be rewound?

Everything.

All the things.

Shared.

We think we know ourselves but are we really prepared

for the visibility, vulnerability, that would exist in that space?

An open room with the twinkling lights of what we started

splashed with the colors of what we already knew

Before there was you.

Am I curious?

Do I want to know what you might say?

Do I want to know you?

A dream world where that can play.

Is "everything" really everything when neither allow

It's good to be present but are we caught up in the now

so much that we don't broaden and heal and grow...

If we had the space what would it show?

Everything?

Do you really mean everything?

A heart that pleads/A letter from the heart

 Are you curious?

Do you want to know what I might say?

Do you want to know me?

That's okay.

Unacknowledged.

Find a way to express

Is trapped knowledge

Of my own experience

Sticking to me -- finding ways to pinch and press?

A desire to know and to understand

To reach out and see if you'd take my hand

These swirling thoughts, would they ever become plans?

Will you let me speak freely and take a stand?

Rather than the trapping and wrapping my impressions away

in boxes tucked perfectly so they'll stay

Unacknowledged.

Are you curious?

Do you want to know what I might say?

Do you want to know me?

That's okay.

Turn the feelings into knowledge

The wonderings to something concrete

Allow to process and be complete

To fold out the boxes instead of retreat

Unacknowledged.

Reach Out

 Mentally planning to reach out

Only to freeze up and not

When the distance and space you thought you'd have to prepare

And gear up

Closed more quickly than you anticipated

Entice. Tease. Request. Implore.

All the same connection we're vying for.

Worry and excitement, inseparable twins

Linked in a pattern so the heart can win

Running through the paths where my thoughts spin

Looking for something to express, akin

To what I desire to have or be

The messy and tangled of thoughts left unvoiced

Beside clacks of bangles of words I've made the choice

The share

Even though part of me wishes to erase

To go back to before you knew

Return to the chase

Of finding me

Not binding or blinding me

Walled off with doubt

To before all those spills you now know about.

Of building this person who's puzzled, corrupt

Willing my thoughts to interrupt

And find ME

Authentic and refusing to hide

But maybe it's better to keep the unfinished inside

No. No more magic in jars.

It's time to unscrew the cap

Let it fly to the stars.

Whole

 when breath only loops around the throat and chest

sipping down to the heart like a straw

tight,  unfullfilling, surface

while breathing is meant to push life through the veins

into the arms, legs, down to the feet

life to feel refreshed and whole

deep and complete