Trauma

Sometimes
the wounds
are touched
by vibrant ripples
in a conversation

It feels like
tingelings
and tears may drop
and in the heart
they drop on softness

It does not feel like trauma
it does feel more
like little kisses
caressing ancient scars
of what has been

It makes it easier
to feel the pain of them
who still have open wounds
and hurt and hurt and hurt

Come sit with me
and give your wounded heart
I will caress it
and will only leave
when time has come
for you
to leave …

Place

Show me the place
where words are still
and thoughts are gone

Show me the place
where tears may fall
and arms will hold

Show me the place
where stillness grows
and silence speaks

Show me the place
where you are home
and never leave …

They come so unexpected
the tears and the emotions

You thought they were long gone
and never would come back

And here they come and let you feel
that they are only love
disguised as
emotions
tears
thoughts
sensations
associations
perceptions
memories

So that is what they are
love disguised as
whatever love’s form is …

When clouds asided
In that dark night
And thousand stars appeared
I held you and I felt
The tears pour out of you

The ground on which we sat
Received all dripping tears
And went on with the whisper
That woodsoil’s meant for that

When clouds appeared again
And rain began to fall
The tears were every raindrop
And raindrops every tear …

Away now are the tears
that lived inside my heart
The wind took all the stories
And sometimes comes a little breeze
And brings them back again

The deep unmovability
In wich I live and am
Let waves wave up above
And deep still silence be

This deep and silent water
is what I am made of
It is the same still water
as tear and wave and wave and tear …