A Perch

With a small sachel in hand I approach silently, boots slowly creeping through the mud, head down and hair covering my face. Neither a tear nor frown only knowledge.... back straight, shoulders erect and heading into the western setting sun. I carry the sachel because I did not know what to bring, inside contents which are not known but thinking to carry something.... perhaps only the spirits of myself.... hopefully the contents will arrive as I write this.... delivering it you.

Feelings flow freely, subsiding into placid still waters.... unencumbered, warm and tender. Sometimes I wonder if they are mine or just given to me to try on, walk about with and to savour or are they to taunt and toy with making my day swerve various pathways through a darkened forest to a destination beyond. There is gentleness in having a perch, a place to go to land, to be from all others yet remain in sight.... sharing with the knowledge another spirit... you ...... is there.

Like you I too offer space when I think others need it ..... sensing.... do I make it worse/better.... my presence needed or desired.... what could be if there was no obligation to me..... allowing the other to focus on the one they wish to be with.... apart from myself. In the sachel I carry nothing tangible or of form..... in my heart and mind I carry much through the thicket, across the landscape where pine needles abound as I approach. Laying the sachel down before you....your eyes looking at me, I raise my head....tears flowing, no smiles....only a look a searching look focusing beyond you. Heart and mind.... naked and exposed.... fragile and vulnerable wanting your soul to talk to mine but knowing .... sensing

I do not deserve it.

You have provided something intrinsically wonderous and beautiful in this place with me. A connection which fills and absorbs my being. In all that I have ever written during my short time on this cyber thing it has come from this place....who ever would have imagined. If I've returned nothing else at all I only hope that a few of the words I wrote caused you to smile once or twice and if I may be so arrogant.... think of a few things at other times. There is no mysterious message..... only a soul....myself trying to express its thoughts and feelings as it walked through muddy bogs....in the sunshine....smelling all that is....all that abounds. For what else is there? I reached a point where I simply needed to "connect" and translate my heart and mind into something outward to be seen.....held .... for I had carried them alone too too long and they were needing to be free. Thank you for making this possible for me.....I will forever and always treasure it. And.... when I see the eagle's soar high above.... I will always think of you.

You are a good person.... the rainbows will carry you infinitely into happiness.....