Here I Am

I'm realizing that the more and more things become less of what they use to be, the more I become less of who I use to be and now I have found the time to redirect my attention to the bigger noise above me and not the tiny strings in my belly or in my lungs or in my throat that call out to pull all my outsides in and all my insides out.

I am returning once more to the place I use to be and the place I desire most.
If I do not look back at what I have done and what I have thought through the bits and pieces of wonderings and peculiarities, I don't think I can ever survive the most respect for myself.

Rather, I have taken myself afloat, into the most desirable of places, where there is a large gift wrapped in gold for me to never touch, but turn away from because I have realized the rhythm above my own gestures.

Deep Falls

O my daughter,
May you rain down your cry,
Putting sorrow and weeping,
In the deepest of sigh.

Conflicting the mind and heart,
To feel distant and set apart,
Can you open up and weep more,
For Mine, your Father's heart?

For your own wants and desires,
May be far from what I see,
And the more you cry for them,
The less you'll live in me.

May you pour your own fall,
Of water so deep and blue,
But I will shower falls of rain,
That cannot compare to you.

I tell you "deep calls to deep",
In the roar of my falls,
From your deep to my deep,
I do hear your calls.

All my waves and breakers,
Shall sweep over you,
And swallow your Worry idol,
And make it very few.

While you fed upon your tears,
Forever, 'twas day and night,
May you feed upon my ocean,
And pour out songs of love tonight.