a dotted matrix of endless avenues at her back. sharp shadows striating across the bow. her vessel rocks in sunlit waves. and she is peacefully poised in contrast. pensive. looking outward for answers to obligations and distractions that await her presence beyond the slatted shield. when the inward cries out. gently. offering a hopeful mantra. one’s needs can be found. within.
on a crumbling cliff side. where transparent coverings barely contain her turmoil. and float in the wind. momentarily exposing these daily demons. that compose a mountainous mindset. too steep to traverse most days. but loom in every background. daunting. this edge. of true reflection and fun house distortions. that challenge her to hike beyond mental mountains. and live fully. veil free.
these light falls. cast reminders of long drawn lazy days. that feel never ending until the days bolt by in their hundred year dash. and one wonders where the missed opportunities went. how we got here. chaotic crusaders. constantly contorting under time constraints. where the tiniest tick will topple balance. tock to imbalance. and we sometimes struggle to juggle it all.
avoidance built these walls. sediment layers of rocky indecision. of put off emotions compressing and suppressing. have hardened into this greywacke womb. a forgotten structure. entombing truth from light. swallowed. a perfectly preserved jewel. hidden deep within its hollow. aware but unheard by her maker. she silently sits in growing impatience. aching. to excavate from the consuming shadow. and be resolved.
amidst the jumbled bamboo order grows a twisty tree. invasive. carving its unique shape against the dense crisscross jungle. steadily striving for space in the chaos. its roots are deep. protective. hindering of a forming fruit. they slowly envelop the bright bud. rosin. who begs release. dreams of splintering forces. facilitating her branch off. and freedom down a gnarly unknown path.