heart strings.

It seems that my strings are tangled. 

All of them.

Bewildered.

Distracted.

Mindlessly knotted around each other. 

Wrenching tighter and tighter,

Competing for the space to extend themselves.

A tin of worms.

So convoluted that there is no possible way of telling where one ends and another begins. 

Exhausted by the tangle, 

it appears impossible straighten them all out.

Who would know how many strings there are?

Or,

maybe it is just one very very long string?

With it's two ends hidden in the centre.

There are emotion strings.

And strings of ideas.

Runaway trains of thought.

Creative threads.

Aspiration strings.

Logical, rational strings. 

Strings of expectation.

Strings of dreaming.

Strings of love.

Heart strings.

All pulsing about one another. 

When external happenings are stable, 

the knot relaxes. 

And when not, 

the knot is tense.

Fragile.

Manipulated by the goblins,

who hide in the shadow of every mind. 

The experts of lightplay and shadow puppetry.

The mountains seem bigger, 

and the snarling louder.

All tasks unconquerable.

Even the dishes in the sink are an everest.

This knot,

Is tightest around the heart string.

It may be protection.

It may be sabotage.

But the strings of the heart, 

 are like silk.

Stronger than steel and beyond luminous.

With the integrity of the heart strings, I will find myself.

I shall bridge the abyss.

Between the place I am now,

and the place I wish so desperately to be.

Through all weather, they are the straightest strings of them all. 

Guiding through the vicissitudes,

of emotional weather.

Of creative persuits. 

Of balancing life.

Staying true though the tempest.

They are strength and certainty during times that are not.

Radiating true.

Catching beams of light, and bouncing them around the place.

Like a cat playing with a moth.

The heart strings are gleefully unaware of their brilliance,

bouncing into the eyes of the goblins. 

Incandescence making fools of them.

the you-tree.

A letter to a friend:

Tonight the sky was every shade of watermelon.

Or peach.

Or flamingo.

It was a sunny cloudless day today.

 And windy too. 

Blowing the smell of eucalyptus about.

I wished there was some bottle brush or wattle to pick.

To take home. 

To bring some nature into my immediate surroundings.

I was reminded of that day.

When we walked the same path. 

Splitting the atom, and talking nonsense. 

Marvelling at how beautiful the trees are. 

And how amazing large. 

Inquiring about their age. 

And how wise they must be.

We took scissors with us to snip the bottle brush. 

Vibrant puffs of pink and red from the trees. 

You are to me a little puff of pink and red. 

Or pure calm white. 

At peace. 

A white page waiting.

Or deep in thought blue. 

 Joyous like yellow.

Like wattles, coming at the end of winter. 

Or close to the earth, as are leaves of grass. 

If you were a tree. 

I would sit and rub my back on you!

You, the tree of a thousand colours.

I would tell you my thoughts.

My ideas.

And ideals.

I would tell you that to be busy is ok.

And you would remind me that also, so is not busy. 

So I became a breath. 

Became sustenance. 

That which I have been ignoring the shouts of my body, mind and soul for.

To exist we must have air, have great friends and trees to sit under. 

Love. 

Water to be immersed in. 

Even if only to feel the push and pull in the current. 

Moving with the tide. 

Rolling in and out and around and through.

Immersion. 

Saturation. 

Love in all it's glory. 

Both tangible and effervescent.

Like life itself. 

Divided into the rainbow and falling like confetti.

Little droplets of light flowers. 

Tickling my hearts strings.

Untangling the spirit from it's deepest lucid dreaming.

Illuminating my space in time. 

Breathing clear and free.

The gift from the you tree. 

 * * *

It seems that the day is never done. 

But it's up to me to say that it's done.

How your wisdom resonates with truth - I shall take it with me where ever I go.

Write. 

Play.

Swim in the ocean. 

Love.

Thankyou for your presence.

Whether there be seas, trees or mountains between us.