morning of

     

    here i am.

    growing aware of who i am.

    living with me again, 

    and i agreed.

    

    these are short words.

    i came to them not with words,

    and there could be page for page 

    to write on this,

    maybe i will later,

    maybe not.

    one old processing remains,

    i have to find the roots,

    the beginning and how to

    change:

    when i cannot stop thinking,

    it appears to me that at some

    very very long time ago i must

    have learned to stop

    it by switching into pain.

    a suspicion...

    

    and only me can find this place.

    

    

river of light

   at low tide

   in the night

   reflecting light

   a river in the bed

    of the sea

    it knows where to go

    only one way to flow

    it let others come in

    on its long travel

    they made it stronger

    and all had the same

    direction, so sharing

    water and energy

    arguing on the road

    or rushing with joy

    here they are

    where they all will

    turn into silent dolphins

    shimmering , in the deep

    touching,swimming together

     for a time

     not set by them

     but

     given by the sea.