there is pain in attachment.
the hope that outcome holds joy
and the journey embraces
all that is good for the heart
then a ‘no-go’ slams the heart.
the journey is held at bay
when the sea of feeling is
a tidal wave in your throat
and after the gag and swallow,
the sea pours out of your eyes
and the salty dry of them
lays white powder everywhere
you didn’t see the tsunami coming
there was no knowing in the chant
of the acappella dissidence made
right in the wrong of it
that there is perfect to be found
in the imperfection of one ear
to the other ear singing as if
heart is the only matter
A salty white mask of death
requires a dive into the ocean
to wash clean rejection’s hurt
and leave attachment to the waves
In the ‘no-go’ that is gone
and a place for a new song to sing
is made fresh to the wind and sand
Where all is good under the heavens
And the heart has no fear of lonely
and all voice is for the giving
and receiving…
