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  • Weary Spirit
    I watch you wander.
    Torn muscles,
    despairing eyes,
    sorrowful heart,
    limping trying to find a place
    to claim your own safe refuge.
    Arms open
    I die to embrace you,
    shelter you.
    Keep you from
    the cold darkness,
    the abyss
    threatening to drown you.
    Overwhelm
    both you and I.

    I wonder why I
    feel so strongly
    your need.
    When you,
    yourself,
    tell me to stay away.
    Fearful of the power,
    the abyss has
    over you,
    scared it might claim
    me too.
    Your demons
    becoming mine, ours.
    Yet, you fail to realize
    that my demons
    are the same
    you face everyday
    when you look in the mirror.

    For our fates
    are so intertwined
    that they fail to appear as singular
    when scrutinized closely.
    But instead are as tightly
    paired as the double helix
    Of a DNA strand,
    Curving and spooning
    around each other.
    The blueprints of two lives,
    combined, conjoined,
    trying to materialize new life.
    The evolution of the soul.

    Weary spirit,
    I engage you,
    wish you Godspeed.

    May your sojourn
    Bring you home.
    So that your dirty feet
    and worn soul may be washed
    in the basin of my lonely tears
    and be replenished at the oasis
    of my desert reservoir,
    which I will water and tend
    everyday so that you may drink.
    May your journey
    liberate that hurt child
    who peers out from within.
    May he find a home
    and be at peace,
    no longer needy.
    Let the worries dissipate
    and the air be clear
    so that your lungs
    may fill to capacity
    and refuel your tired body.

    The path you choose,
    I pray,
    let it be clear of stones,
    if it is not,
    let your bloody feet
    find their way to my healing palms
    so that I may be the salve that balms
    your feet with my grace.

    Weary one,
    let your journey
    be expansive.
    Receive its lessons,
    its enlightenment
    but do not over do it.
    Let it come to a close
    so that the life cord
    which I extend
    from deep within
    my uterus
    not snap or break
    if overstretched.

    Keep the map of my love
    close to you.
    Read its words
    and gifts
    with your inner eye.
    Let their power
    glow inside you.
    Let them flow
    intravenously
    through you.
    Use them to delineate
    and guide you.
    I will wait outside your door.

    He who leaves always returns.
    It is the Tao of the universe.
    Matter can never be destroyed.
    Men are never quelled
    only transformed.
    May Buddha hold you in his path.
    May you journey in a circle.

    I pray:
    May you come home.
    May you come home.
    May you come home.
    Safe and whole.
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