Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Soul Tugging

There is something moving about in my soul. It's not something I can identify. It's like a something fighting under a blanket...I know it's there, and it's awake...but, I can't see it.

I feel like I need to unplug. I need room to breathe. I need poetry...not information. I need expression, not conversation. I need to poke an air hole in this box I'm in, right now.

There's this part of me that doesn't get out much any more...I usually call her my inner beatnik.

Whatever it is...she needs out,

in a Thoreau-esque,
get quiet,
fall to my knees,

bathe in tears,

come home to the music,
scream at trains,

get lost in guitar strings,

get a tattoo,
dance in the moonlight,

pray until sweating,

worship with abandon,

get stuck in the rain,

breathe in the beauty, drink the morning,

dissolve. into. being.,

let it all come down on me............

kind of way.

I'll be back. Don't worry.

1 comment:

  1. Aleisha-
    Would you email me privately please?? arlynch at woh dot rr dot com




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