What is Left Unsaid

Kind words are like food.
When you relate to me the goodness in your heart,
I feel fed.

What happens
When you eat the love
That was intended to nourish
Someone else?

The letter you never wrote.
The thank you
You never said.
The I think you're beautiful
Inside-and-out
That never traveled the divine pathway
From heart to head to tongue?
The I Love
YOU.
Feelings. Hidden.
all. Stuffed. away.

I can relate:
It is scary
To imagine
Loving
Someone
Like That.
Giving Them
The Food
That suddenly arises
In your soul-wanting-connection
When you see them.
Or they are psychically near.

I Know.
You are used
To performing
The hoarding ritual.
Keeping the Food to yourself.
Survival.
Because
You NEVER
Used to have enough
For you.
Let alone
Another.
You still don't.
(You've been told.)

Why tell her
You Love her
When you haven't told
Yourself that
Nearly enough?
You Think.
You analyze the Food.
Almost missing connection.
Maybe missing it.

But, listen:
We ALWAYS have
Things to Give.
No matter how lacking
In resources
Or inadequate
We imagine ourselves
To Be.
When we choose Love
Gifts arise
Spontaneously
In synchronicity
With divine timing.
And when we have
a Gift
To give someone
Other
Than Ourselves
(A word. A hug. Understanding.)
We must

-for our sakes-

Give it.
Even when we find
That we think
We are not
Ready.

Else when the person
Moves away
From our psychic field
Of Awareness
We realize how unfulfilling it was
To have consumed
Something that was not
Ours.

To hoard
That which we were commanded
To Give.
Freely.

We are all Love.
Thus we can all afford
To GIVE
Love.

Each Day

Each day, we are called
To move closer to our hearts
We need not experience perfection,
Rather,
A sincere willingness
To do the hard work.

Each day, we are called to move
Into compassion
If we listen,
We will find ourselves moving and re-moving
A thousand cycles over.
We bring renewal with us
Along each leg of our
Exquisite journeys.

Each day, we are called
Into increasing gratitude
And a deep awareness that everything
Is exactly
Where it should be.
Everything and everyone
Is at the correct stop
Along their own perfect path.

Even when our souls bear witness
To hatred/To fear
To inhumanity/To injustice
To greed.
We are grateful, knowing that
When we choose to stay present
They must all
Eventually
Dissolve into Love.

Each day,
We sit in awe of this lesson,
Asking God to protect and reflect us
As we move further into our hearts
And into the Heart
Of the World.

-Sia

A Note For You.

Loaded.
That is how I define our reality.
You glance at me shyly,
eyes barely perceptible,
half-hidden by your green cap
observing my every move,
Feeling your way around
the nuances in my demeanor
While I primp,
Posture
Pose
Perform for two audiences--
You
and the World
And
(I want to lie but)
I miss you
so much
Though the landscape of my heart
has changed
Since I last let you in...
There are new guards
waiting at the helm:
Skepticism
and Disbelief
And they are hesitant
at your approach.

This scorched earth,
(my heart),
is no longer raw
or Bleeding
But still the memory of the
burning is present,
Holding geometric form,
and Meaning
inside of me.
And so I continue
Moving,
Flowing,
Pretending to be unaffected
Though every ounce of our interaction is heavy.
Molded by what once was.
-sia