To Cry
Crying is such a powerful and simple but complex thing,
I think it’s probably raw love,
a mineral from the deepest mine,
I carry it, in my dirty bleeding hands,
scraped from the earth, far undergeound,
up and out into the light,
and I blink in the bright sunlight and feel it’s warmth... sometimes it is so raw I can’t think how it is connected to what seems to have triggered me...
It’s lovely to not know exactly why,
to just let it be, no words, no explanations, no thoughts, just the experience of this huge energy in my body,
my chest, my throat, my eyes,
to let the wave wash over me,
and wonder how the rock is changed by each wave...
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