Pen to Paper

Bringing pen to paper is so much more…
It’s the process for reaching a depth inside for something to say.
What have I to say? What have I to feel?
Hello… Is there anything there? Is it me you’re looking for?

Such a forgotten friend, and foe lives within.
I feel to hide away, cover my ears, n sing ‘la la la la’
Yet I’m drawn… Curiosity killed the cat, u know…

Should I explore, find out more, dig deep and lay myself bare?
Or hover on the surface… Like an algae, or the scum of boiling milk.
The scum that once removed, gets to a nutritious, if burning truth.

And who is there holding my hand on the journey?
No-one. For in this life (and the last, and the next) there is only one. That’s you, that’s me, but everyone.
Me, who is only a distorted fraction of me should I not go within.

Body. Is nothing until the mind translates its actions through the senses.
Heart. Is nothing until it cries with joy, writhes in pain, shatters with loss.
Soul. Is nothing until it knows. Until it understands. To be still. In its true self.

Love.