Saturday, August 27, 2016

Human

You will soon be free.
It tells me quietly, as if I haven't got a clue what it means.
But I do.
I have tasted freedom and I know enough of it to love the careful way it sits on my tongue and astonishes me. It rests within my chest quiet as a kitten and silent as the stars and it is riveting as it is potent and I know exactly where it comes from, the little beast without a name.
I know what freedom tastes like and I want it.
I desire it more than almost any other sensation these days and I will tell the voice that whispers within me right now,
"I am already free. Truth, light, love--they are all the same. Once the world decides what will make you happy, you have already missed it. I am happy now because I am in love. I am in love with you, little voice, for even you denote there is a God. You denote, along with a multitudinous amounts of other dazzling sensations in this universe, that there is not only in fact a God above us all, but a Father within us all, loving us, giving us a name and letting us belong to Him."
And I finish resolutely, "No, I know what you are little voice and I am not frightened. I am inspired and I will take you down to the depths of my soul and help you understand that I am already free. I am free because I love you. I am free because I love God. And I am set free because I love him too, the one that may or may not be making a ruin of me. I love the one who may not even love me back, but I can let go of him too. I am free because I know I can let go and I will. I know it. Freedom is given to those who can make it within themselves. Truly."

-kpb

  8/27/16
   10:51pm

Monday, August 8, 2016

Anne *spelled with an 'e'

"Dear old world,
you are very lovely and I am glad
to be alive in you."
-Anne Shirley
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables, pg. 332, p.3

Finished 8/8 2016, evening of cloudy stars beneath my chairless writing desk

Thursday, August 4, 2016

stargazing

she still looks up at the sky
during the day
as if it were night and full of glittering
listening stars.
even in the day she is caught in a sleeping map of stars
even when there's sunlight
she is stargazing.
Always.
-k.p.