Petals falling
Feels like rain No question All is here. The way we know It has been All this time And then at once You are beside me And we are (Decidedly) Enough. Charity
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What are the falls that fall
What is this catch that calls At the corner of a soul It stands near the window Lifts its voice like the distant instrument Of a street musician And speaks all It tells my story It slips Fading fast from tongue As breath beyond lung A universe That lined us up Precisely In thousands of seconds One after another Each step taking us closer To one Then Another Closer or further Still always together We keep meeting We keep meeting In the most recessed spaces places In the mind You’re a fleeting floating reeling thought Spinning like a dancer Released and caught On a ledge On the edge Lingering lazily on a cool spring evening While the breeze Teases me With your name Like a violinist playing exquisite Measures on the corner Maybe for her dinner Your name it plays across my thought Like that That lone musician On an mid-may evening The way the music trails Just near enough to hear You are that sound in my ear The breath in my chest I need not request As it is always here. You are a presence That I have accepted You are a presence That I have accepted You are a presence. Charity It seems like six years
- Except that there is no such thing as time (Accept that there is no such thing as time) It’s just the amount of repetitive daily experiences you must exist in Before you are unwilling to accept them And you shift into a new dimension Out of what was never actually yours (Except for a while because you took on what was told you by another) But you are not another You are none other Than the breath of relief you feel in a moment Where truth and peace resides In your being And you smile knowing deeply within That all is well These are the moments that are real - Except that there are no such thing as moments (Accept that there are no such thing as moments) You are here And this is all The rest was a dream Something someone else told you You ought to believe But you know what’s yours And you know you are free You are free You are free To be You are free To be. Charity I would never ask you to be more or less
Than what you are, I simply want to know you. I will not ask you to stay the same, I will not ask you to change Or to never change. Growth and transformation Are part of the human experience. Love allows growth Even when it means You must get to know another All over again. I will not ask you to be what I need I will only ask me To be what I need. If that means being more, then I will grow If that means crawling deep within The darkest, most unknown depths of who I am I will disappear, as it may seem From your sight To explore my own Dark And my own light. I will not ask you to follow And I will not ask you to understand Or even approve Of where I've gone Or who I am. It only matters if I do. Love does not mean You pretend to be What you think I want Or need Love means being exquisitely You. And I promise To love Exactly who It is You know you are ~ Even if to find out who that is You must disappear And dive inside Your own dark night I will be here With my own light. And if you're meant to One day Find me again I will not ask you To be more Or to be less Than who you are I only want to know you. Charity 2/9/2018 I was meant to
Follow you into the night I know that. I was meant to dive deep into the depths of the blackness And bring you light (In a moment when not a damn thing in your life felt right) I was meant to reach for you I was meant to touch your face I was meant to meet your eyes And bring you back from that far off place ~ But how? Tell me how (If possible Tell me Now.) I was meant to dive all The way down Into the worst Of the curse with you. And bring you back truly alive. Willing to give something more Than mere survival a try. I was meant to wake you I was meant to take you Home. With me. I think... Or were you the one Meant to return for me? (Humanity makes it so easy to forget) We had it all sorted out Before we left The other side... To enter this space, this time. So clear So fearless So right. And now here I stand Flesh, blood, thought and forgetting Was I meant to be the one searching Or to be the one waiting? And so Unsure I wait. Hating the passage of time With your lips So far from mine And yet if I follow you Into your night Would I also be here, still waiting When You arrive? Charity Janisse Closer than we ever were
Further now Though I feel you near If you knew would you return Or have you always been right here? Charity 11/20/2016 ~We are a spark
a connection lightening brightening the sky as dark as darkness has ever been (the deepest lost black you've ever seen) we are the shimmer that breaks through the night the light for less than a second the brightest bright flashing light we transform transfigure transmute the night. And without the darkness who would have seen it? without the night who would have known the way you illuminated my life for one spectacular millisecond in time. And I cannot live inside that moment of lightening ~ (fast it passed lovely and frightening) but I am changed revolutionized because the thunder the tempest that came after the lightening electric ~~~ the storm it came... (the way it always does) wind howled rain poured washed through cleansed changed transformed everything. and it was worth the storm goddamn it was worth the storm the change you brought It was worth the storm. Charity Amidst the chaos of life
Despite moments of total and utter defeat Regardless of loss Pain, heartbreak and disappointment in love (Or the hope there of) We The artists Are driven to create. And this (No matter what else happens in our lives today) Is what is remembered. The art is what carries on. Civilizations rise and fall Deities even Come and go Battles are waged And passion is sought Triumphs and failures Wrought and forgot – But the art The creation The written word The sculptures The paintings The stories and songs Through the ages These remain. And these are the things that matter. No matter how we strain at the task of survival No matter the pain, the loss or the struggle All of these pass All of these fade Only the work we create is displayed When all else is lost Fades and falls away – Art goes on. Charity Janisse 1/1/2016 Summer on the water Sunsetting I'm forgetting Everything and nothing at all. (3 months spent running round the world - Useless attempts to forget you) Waiting at train stations (Pretending I'm invisible) Caught a ferry to the island Evening air - tease my hair Half moon reflecting on the water -shimmering dark exquisite. (And even this takes me back) How why - Does nearly every sight remind me of Your damn dark beautiful eyes. Charity You didn't realize the extraordinary importance of your sheer existence did you?
You woke up every morning thinking you were just a regular person or less than that maybe you didn't realize you were everything and you were born to make the world a completely different place from the one to which you came. You didn't know did you and you still don't? but me, well I see things you know. and you... you make what you make each and every day you do what you feel so driven to do and you struggle too much the rest of the time and you never knew you still don't do you? but you're everything. everything you ever wanted to be the type who's name will live on the lips of millions one day. You may never realize it either and it breaks my heart but if you actually knew how brilliant you are perhaps you wouldn't be broken enough to create such captivating art. Charity 10/29/2015 |
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