[ planting seeds ]
I thought profound truths might comfort me. That if intent was true, we could see our ways past labyrinthian misunderstandings. That we could never be wrong if what we said to each other was said in the honest tenor of how we felt and perceived things. And if we are not to speak in that language that evokes human emotion then what outrageous hurt could there be anyhow? Fact does not seek out the tender underside and puncture. Fact does not smother. It is incisive. Clean. Precise.
Let everything else be a mess because that is the nature of something organic enough to evolve. Raw and musty like tubering roots sent into the loam. If I peered hard enough I could find one glowing kernel of ourselves that never wavers seeding our breasts. Sending out tender shoots meaning to unfold. Let that be the single point of light that faces true north and whatever else should happen, don't turn your eyes from it too long or you will lose you way from finding home.
Let everything else be a mess because that is the nature of something organic enough to evolve. Raw and musty like tubering roots sent into the loam. If I peered hard enough I could find one glowing kernel of ourselves that never wavers seeding our breasts. Sending out tender shoots meaning to unfold. Let that be the single point of light that faces true north and whatever else should happen, don't turn your eyes from it too long or you will lose you way from finding home.