Ayurvedic Alterations

There is a force in the arch of your foot that pushes you forward when you run in the sand,

a steadiness in the eyes that see the sun before it fully shakes the colours of sleep from itself into the sky.

There is reward in the ability to revel in starting the day with eyes a little heavier,

a compromise in times command to be more important than comfort.

There is a depth deeper in the palm that desires the direction of the earth,

a willingness that runs wilder in the palm that awaits the rain.

There is more truth from the tongue that doesn’t twist,

a likeliness of lies from the breath of shallow lungs.

The Second Morning Has The Hardest Hits

 You miss him. More than the first night, more than the second, more than the fourth. So much it hurts but you can’t break free. All you can concentrate on is your breathing while the situation grips you tighter than the demons that sleep with you in bed, hugging you tighter in the morning – telling you to stay with them a little longer. The world doesn’t need you today. But it’s not like that. It’s all consuming, mind numbing, nearly paralyzing sadness. You only cried once this time, it is not the overwhelming kind of anguish that swirls itself like rising ocean tides into every corner of your being just begging to be let out. This is the dry desert heat draining you of your will and resolve. Your chest gets tighter but never tight enough to stop the breath. Your mind gets blanker staring at the same blue wall. 

Having a Hole In Your Being

Sometimes it’s more that you’re missing the part of yourself that was taken when they left, rather than the thief themselves. You jump every time your phone buzzes hoping it’s a message from that piece reassuring you it is safe now in hands more gentle than the ones that took it from you, that it is being put to good use. That although there was no instruction manual, it found it’s place quite nicely nuzzled in another chest. And that it misses you, but somehow feels it is better off. You look at the patchwork that is yourself and all of who you are that is bit’s of other people while trying to remember if that was ever a part of you that you had a right to let be taken away – that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Taken? Or was it ever even yours to own? You are emptier now, a little lighter. A little heavier in the parts around this now gaping hole. But hopefully the next lesson will fit nicely in that cave. Hopefully it is something the skin of your soul won’t reject.