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some will search
and some will leave
cause there is love
and there is love
and there are ways
and there are ways

there is talking
and there is talking
and at night there’s
what you bring
and i bring
and how we always live
and the saddest thing
is some will just never

there are fights
and there are fights
and there is breath
and there is breathing
and there is how we stretch
without even blinking
and the saddest thing
is how some
will just never
some will just never

there are stars
and there are caves
there are drills
and there are roads
and there is everything
everything’s we accept
and how unconditional it could be
only as free as it will be
and the saddest thing
is how some
will just never, never see

so when you go
and when i go
and when we stay
it’s okay
it’s okay
cause we love
every day
yeah we love
every day

and the best thing
the best thing
we could ever, ever say
the best thing
we could ever, ever say
is the best thing
we could ever, ever be
simply what we are

yeah the best thing
we could ever say
the best thing we could ever, ever be
as easy as you
as easy as me

what we are
as easy as you
as easy as me

“cause you can…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “” All rights reserved.

i had a thought-provoking conversation this morning with a dear friend about seeing beauty & art in states of ruin and destruction. we were talking about how pain is often romanticized in art and how pain “sells.” this very blog is a small sample sociological experiment in this; my somewhat dark & painful posts typically get the highest amount of readers & comments.

but there’s a fine line between relating to pain and letting it become an obsession, a place to wallow. it can be easy to get into a cycle of despair and even perpetuate the sense of hopelessness that we all feel at different times in our lives. but that isn’t really very healthy. and in that cycle there is a much more harmful and subtle potential for destruction that is very sad. so while i have certainly tried to be authentic in sharing & acknowledging my own struggles with pain, depression, “the dark side,” loss, etc…i’ve also tried to balance that with focusing on the healthy process of rebirth. because at the end of the day, a little ruin is healthy, beautiful even, but only in as much as we learn from it. only in as much as we take the bare walls, the rubble, the broken bits of brick…and build something better.

he has sculptor’s hands – warm, soft, nimble – and they mold all that they touch. if blessed to hold his hand, you’ll feel deep growth within yourself; a revelatory sense of calm removes something that has been holding you back, reforming it into an impetus for sustainable reconciliation.

take a walk with him and you’ll hear the wisdom of the ancients. as you spin on his wheel you’ll find yourself listening with a new sense of openness. because he is an ambassador with a message carrying the power to transform frail internal monologues into universal dialogues.

no matter what our purpose, no matter what our use, we are still all that we are and could be.

no matter what our history, no matter what we’ve become, we will always need true love.

no matter what we’ve overcome, no matter what growth we’ve constructed around us, we all have fears.

no matter what we know, no matter how much responsibility we have, we stop being able to teach the moment we stop learning.

no matter how dark life may be at times, no matter what ruin we embrace, the true beauty is found in our ability to rise up anew.

…so herald & cherish every place in the cycle. and if your revolution is at an impasse, place yourself on a new wheel.

“…a place for me…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “” All rights reserved.

i should have seen it coming. but they’re the prettiest and all they want to do is get across…

walls crumble around
crash down
you stand transfixed
in the middle of it all

can’t move
maybe want to
maybe not
maybe want to look away
but your eyes don’t close
and your head won’t turn

so you stare
as destruction devours you
to implode with the rest of it

somewhere in the ruin that is left
a tiny spec may find water
and that might be just enough
to start it all over again

i’ve spent most of the day trying to squeeze out more than a couple half-hearted drops. i could feel it bubbling somewhere just below the surface…just waiting for enough heat to send it over the edge. but it didn’t come. a few close calls.

a few helpful conversations. honest friends. some commiserators. some people not opposed to a leaning hug. all of us.

there’s a subtlety to love & relationships that we all feel but many don’t know how to articulate and it’s often the catalyst for breakdown – where time & space interfere with the communication between two parties and conclusions are reached prematurely. or maybe not so.

*spoiler alert*

everyone has a baseline. it’s made up of our habits, our emotions, our thinking processes, activities and behaviors. similarly, every relationship also develops a baseline.

sustained deviation from the baseline means something external has triggered something internal that forces change. the change could come in the form of growth or recession.

sure, baselines in people and relationships are organic. nuances shift over time. but it’s when that change is fast, when the growth or destruction is rapid, that it’s most felt above the surface.

and it almost doesn’t matter whether it’s wrong or right, whether the thing you think is valid or not. because it’s your feeling. it’s your intuition. and those are powerful. and they’ll stick. more than that, they’re mystery. and don’t we love a good thriller.

so here we are halfway…here’s my neck, here’s my wrist. the rest is up to you.

“what are you waiting for…take a bite…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “” All rights reserved.

also my entry this week for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry.


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