Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Thank you for our
ease of conversation,
where our minds meet,
unidentical twins, even

when we don't agree.

Thank you for suddenly
being there by chance,
as we are both walking
through big doors
together, naturally.

Thank you for being
an inspiration.

Thanks for making things
possible and easier and
happier.

Thank you for sharing
your life with me, and
wanting me to share back.

Thanks for knowing me,
and letting me know you.

Our words are not God!

Though I do love to write

Its the spoken word

that bought forth the light

So this is how

in his image we birth

to create and declare

life and growth on earth

drawing out

here I am again

about six thirty

in the morning,

seeing it from the

other side of night.

though, as often,

I am again ragged,

still the bird song

and dawning inspire

my senses.

gently telling mind

and body, yet again,

it's time to sleep now.

all the while I

have a passion

for drawing out

the overnight vigil,

difficult as it's been.

even now my addiction.

the screen wants me

here, over and over,

worrying myself against

neglect, the too familiar

skirmish.

it's only moments

dotting days,

these days,

when I find myself in 3D.

Day after day,

after day,

after day,

alone,

Night after night,

after night,

after night,

alone,

I'm tired,

Typing to people I don't even know,

about feelings I don't understand,

and neither do they,

I'm tired,

I'm alone.

Love you Mazy

Love your words @Mazarita and @Exoplanet xx

@Exoplanet feeling similarly about any of us knowing each other in a way, whether here in the magic of virtual space, or in full physical form. For me there's mystery in any human relationship. An unknowable part in each of us. So much unknown to ourselves about ourselves and others, over the wires or face to face.

There's a poem I remember, a love poem, that has the line, "you will never understand me" as one of the beautiful aspects of being together with another. I keep returning to a spiritual idea, the Great Mystery. That which is unknown is far greater than what we believe we do know. This greater unknown is to be honoured. I love you too.

Have to admit I'm not really feeling the love of myself much at the moment. It feels quite a lot like a biological thing with my mental health, now in a kind of roundabout with poor physical health. This coming down started about September last year, when my physical and mental health started to go downhill under too much stress from the huge projects I'd committed to, involving many people.

But things may be starting to look up a little. If I can build on that small flame of creativity I've been finding; if I can steadily grow it, instead of in an escalating obsessive rush like last year; then I may find a happier experience with creativity and life in general.

I went for a little walk in a beautiful park today and saw a small horse, ducks, water fowl, and a goose looking down at me from a suburban fencetop. Overnight I was out in my little courtyard bathing in full moon.

Love to @eth @Silenus @Maggie @Appleblossom and all reading.

My marvellous @Mazarita
Your so right, none of us really know anyone, we don't even know ourselves. I
think the reason why we don't, is because there's just far too much to know. The
energy that is created within our minds, through the processes inside our brain, is
something I don't think we have a name for; though I think we refer to it as
thoughts & emotions or our soul. I think inside our skulls we have a nano-
Universe, potentially infinite as it is ever-changing. We are constantly on a journey
exploring the unknown within ourselves.
That internal Universe is beyond knowing & I think we all, at times, lose
ourselves. We forget to appreciate ourselves & the magnitude of magnificence
each of us are. If your having trouble loving yourself, I hope it helps having my
love for you, despite the fact that I know we can not know each other. {How's that
for confusing!}
Love to all that need or want it

Beautiful ideas and words @Mazarita and @Exoplanet and lovely to see you both here. xoxo

@Mazarita @Exoplanet @Silenus @Maggie and others reading here. This is a poem I really love by Rainer Maria Rilke.........

Let this darkness be a bell tower

and you the bell. As you ring,

What batters you becomes your strength.

Move back and forth into the change.

What is it like, such intensity of pain?

If the drink is bitter, turn yourself into wine

And if the world has ceased to hear you,

say to the silent earth : I flow

to the rushing water, speak : I am

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One of mine :

Through all of my ramblings

from heaven to hell

to reincarnation

it never occurred to me that

right here, right now

was one of the options

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And another :

Misty mystic morning rare,

Crescent moon and morning star,

Bless the earth we've hurt so far.

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And one more :

My darling muse

Keep me infused

with inspiration and desire.

You light my fire.

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