The life alone
solitude in being one
having been two one is larger
the needs are great
the emptiness vast
the sorrow deep
the tears ever flowing
directions obscured
wisdom gone
I mourn and mourn and mourn some more
my soul aches to be held
rescuing me my own mission
the only way out is through me
doubts of worth linger
possibilities seem dim
yet an inner light burns
wanting to shine and provide warmth
persistent,resolute and miraculous
a loving, lovely, holy being strives to be born anew
radiating that which heals
an invitation to be more
nourishment that feeds us all
Jason