Sometimes I feel like the closer I get to myself, the further I get from the world around me. The more I zero in on and appreciate the little things and the synchronicities in life, the more disconnected I feel from the humanness that I’ve been trying so desperately to hold on to in hopes it will make me feel sane, or at least seem so.
I wonder if the man painting in the room next to me heard me talking to the bird at the window. If he did, I’m almost positive that he didn’t know that the week before as I watched the birds, I told the universe that it would mean the world to me if one came to my window to let me know they were listening. Maybe it’s a coincidence. Maybe they’re listening, the universe. Who’s to say which is true. I don’t think I’m any more qualified than you, but I also won’t let that sway my view, perspective.
Messenger Dove
Hello, love
on my window sill
dove
stares me down
mute my show
chills
from root to crown
gentle coos
as you pace around
feels important
don’t yet know how
message or warning
let my world slow down
calm
before storming
quiet whispers
in the morning
with darkness
comes pouring
all our fears
out the truth
no emotion untouched
connected to you
sometimes dreams
are scary
can we let the good ones
comes true
come along
I’ll show you how, too
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 