Let there be a purpose to the hate

Let there be a purpose to the storm

Let there be a purpose to the screams

Let there be a purpose to the frown

For there is no purpose to love

None whatsoever to dance

No purpose to the smile

In a silent glance

I wandered the streets

Ragged and lost

Asked every pebble

Every tree, even the frost

Whirling and seeking

Running in a maze

Searching for my North star

Gazing through a haze

The need to find home

The seeking, the longing

The never ending quest

To feel a belonging

Someone must laugh

At the fool that I am

For now I laugh too

At the simple grand plan

The searching can stop

For there is nowhere to be

I am home with each step

I am meant to just be

There is no home

There is nothing amiss

There is no other

I am all that there is

Sit with me, dear me

Bring all of me to myself

A reflection…. and enough

There really is nothing else

This being alive

This being whole

This walking toward

This lighting the world

Is mine

Is sacred

Is tender

Is fierce

Aflame with wonder

This being enough

It is a reflection

This being love

This loving what shines

This loving the broken

This being the mirror

This being human

The body walks

The mind runs

The soul flies

In the silence

Of the rain

I seek

I find

I fall in love

In the silence

Of the rain

The colors roar

The white is quiet

They all wash away

In the silence

Of the rain

I whirl

I smile

I am enough

In the silence

Of the rain

I look up in despair

You throw a brilliant red at me

Teasing me

Smiling

You cover me in a brilliant green

Still smiling gently

I am regret, confusion, fear

You shower me with a brilliant yellow

Laughing

And You say – Now

Covered in your colors

I pause

I gather my colors

And I say to myself

Now

The earth rises to touch the sky

I throw the reds and the greens and find the brilliant blues to tease you back

We are covered

I look like you

You look like me

I was always you

You were always me

Now

Let’s play

In and out of the shadows

The crest and fall of waves

The seeking and arriving

The reaching and withdrawing

A half moon

Like the half taken breath

Seeking to be full again

Dying to be alive again

The flow is seeking

Gathering of all

Taking it all in

Yet clear and pristine

I seek and I quench

I give way and I cut through

I reflect and I absorb

I am me and I am you

I am home in the mountain

Just as much as in the ocean

I am home in the rain clouds

In stillness and in motion

In my currents is my quest

In my rushing I do seek

In my seeking is the silence

And the calm of oceans deep

I am all that is me

I am all of my instincts

My Rights my wrongs

My Dark my light

My passions my fears

My sorrows my joys

My pride my shame

My lows my highs

I am a band

A band of rebels

I don’t need to crawl

Or seek redemption

Or climb up the top

And shout I am

I am not high

And nor am I low

I am my guardian

I just am, I know

I have no need

No desire

Self-reliant

Rivers merge in me

Storms rise from me

You can not give me

You can not take from me

For I am complete

And yet

I seek the sun

To be my witness

To affirm my being

The mirror to my fire

And when the sun sets

I stand silent

Still complete

I know I am

I know that is

From inside out

From outside in

Created by a drop

From hot to cold

Appears on clear.

Taken out of suspension

In air.

So bold

Yet humble

To stay clean

To allow anything

To be drawn on

To be wiped away

Into invisible again

Easy…comfortable….untethered