Life is...

A Mystery to be Lived...
Not a Problem to be Solved...

The Gift of Letting Go

"Go Away So I can Miss You..."

Old Friend. You have saturated my life with nothing but your Kingly being.
Your Peaks and Valleys upholster the frame of my heart.
You've brought tidings of comfort and support, smiles and admiration.
Your calm consistency dissolves my own self doubt.
You gave me your acceptance without struggle.
You have been a teacher. A Best Friend.

We have grown together as two sequoias gasping for thinner air.
To Oversee.
Giants.
So brittle with emotion that God's whisper leaves us incoherent with love.
Delicate.
With Power.
In a world of hard-boiled egos We did it.

Through Marbles and Credit, Pogs and Education, Midway Tickets to Weed Brownies, Cries for Christ to the Silence of Allah, From Justifiable Crimes to Unjust Sentences, From the pedestals of righteousness to the water-bed of heathenism. We have travelled together as the closest of comrades.

I need to leave you. Watch you get smaller with my back turned to you.
My softness must meet brimstone for I ward off impulses to cry on your feet.
I need to watch you disappear, become an item of faith.
Another sacred item for my heart to send energy to from afar.
A star to gaze infinitely upon. In Loving Memory.

The masterful-ness of our souls was not enough for the resiliency of our knowledge.
Our Knowledge took us to the edge of what we know-Not.
Our Knowledge were the swords that we slit eachother's jugular.
We knew our weak spots, As all Old Friends Do.

We were never supposed to go here.
Our programming did us in.
Our cult, abandoned us both.
Our pride got the best of our tenderness.
We gave up Ours because it was too painful, resorted
to the resort of aversion. Succumbed to abstinence of stress.

What is love without tension. Struggle without War.
Simply let go of me too. Old Friend.
Miss me with your instinct.
Connect with me in your primordial being.
Our imaginations will carry on this great friendship.
Beyond our life.

God Shines Darkness on the Light of our Day
to remind us HE is the Eclipse.
He the Forgiver and he who opens doors to be Forgiven.
Take a moment to be without me.
Then,you will remember, How much you love me.
As I remember now, that I have, Let You Go.
My Dear Old Friend.

Silence is the Chorus

Despite the attempts at decibals to construct the perfect tone.
The ubiquitous note. That corresponding sound.
Nothing does it better than the silence between your breaths.