BLADES OF GRASS

July 6, 2014

I really want to find my true love
Isn't that ridiculous
Why?
Because it doesn't exist
It's a thought
A concept
A strong emotional hook
I just keep surrendering
I return over and over to the natural world
To find myself, whom was never lost
Always right here
I pull apart the blades of grass
Separating them
Peering in to ask,
"Are you in there?
The person I can be quiet with,
Whom makes space for my brokenness,
So I can make space for yours."
Explanation unnecessary
Being mandatory