Gorgeous Wind

Gorgeous Wind,

How many faces have you kissed?
How many little necks have you tickled?
And how many tears have you dried
before you came to whisper in my ears?

Tell me about the trees you laid bare
as you danced with their leaves.
About the dunes you have rearranged,
and the birds you have carried to warm home.
About the excited kites challenging you to a duel,
and the lonely balloons traveling to loved ones.

Tell me, sweet wind, does my love miss me?
In the moments between inhales and exhales
when you are inside him,
do you see my name etched across his heart?

Does he sigh memories of me
when you plant my kiss on his cheek?

Does he recognize me
in your warm caress of a breeze
that carries the scent of my embrace?

Or

Does he recognize me in your howl
as I rage in despair from missing his touch?

Tell me sweet breeze,
despite fate keeping my love away from me,
does his heart beat in tune with mine?

or will it just be you lulling me to sleep
as i whisper the same old lines?

~e.i

Conversation with God

I whispered to God this morning.
I talked to him about you.
Told him how my heart was full of you,
and how my life was empty of you.

How I feel paralyzed in love.
and I was afraid that if I moved,
took one single breath,
I would simply crumble into dust.
I asked him if you were a test;
or if you were deliverance for my lonely heart.
But why now? why now? why now?

Then I saw your kind face and your sweet smile.
And all my questions faded away.
Because none of it mattered.
These few moments spent in love
are worth all the days that remain
to be spent in pain.

The whole world slipped away.
And all that was left was you and me,
And my world felt complete.
Life was full again,
And worth another sleep.

~e.i

Going Home

You know love,

When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time sitting in a swing looking up at the sky. I always had an attraction to the stars and I never completely understood why. Just seemed like a natural escape at the time.

But I’m listening to a song called ‘Lover of the Light’ and I realized that that’s what you and I are. We are both lovers of the light, yet we find ourselves sinking into darkness a lot. A thick darkness, most of which we may have created ourselves.

I think what makes it all difficult for me, is that I have ground my feet in too deep. I keep looking at the stars wanting to be one of them. But how will I ever soar and scorch my way across the sky if my feet, my body, and my heart are so heavy? The almost primal need for stability is hindering my flight into freedom. Solace.

How long will I do this? How long will we do this? When will we trust the wind to carry us high? So that the sky can cradle us, and we can return home and shine among the stars.

~e.i

Embrace Impermanence

we thought of gravity as permanent until we landed on the moon.
we thought stars lived forever until we discovered black holes.
we think of relationships as forever until one person leaves.
we believe that if we figure out a way
to prolong or hold on to joy or peace,
then life will be worth living.
life will finally be perfect.

but relationships, jobs, and lives end,
just like stars eventually die.
money comes and goes.
peace of mind comes and goes.
people come and go.
people come.
and people go.

and sometimes how they leave stays with us.
and then we crumble.
and often, in time,
we pick up and carry on.

but have we asked the blooming orchid if it thinks of withering away?
does the apple consider or care
that the sweetness it is carefully cultivating
may never be tasted?
does the caterpillar fear or avoid
the excruciating pain it will feel
before it transforms into a beautiful butterfly?

do you see?
do you understand?

do you see and understand this beauty of impermanence?
can you fathom the miracle of every breath?
do you see how even feeling pain is a privilege?
do you see how privileged you are to even exist?
to make this perilous yet gentle journey on this rock?

do you see how truly beautiful this one life is?

and maybe what makes it all
so glaringly beautiful is
that we see ourselves
in the blooming orchid,
and in the falling apple,
and in the beautiful butterfly,
and we feel
the enormous gravity
of this fleeting moment.

Click for the most beautiful song:  Sleeping at Last – Saturn

~e.i