From here,
I can see your scars.
The pathways to your heart,
The often forgotten parts,
I can feel the heat emanating
From the hidden caverns of your skin.
My kin, fragments of the lives you live
Wash upon the shore with
Signs of more scarring,
Starting with the miles of walking.
Each step aides in the parting,
Treks of the depths of your bounty,
Slicing through browns, edges sharpening
For future softening. Your scars are happening right before my eyes
And my body feels slighted.
Souls work from above
Though on the ground your pathways
Are flooding.
Feet covering the beaten trails,
Hands gripping for the unstable rails,
This direction has been seen before.
This message has been told before,
Scar up, rise after the fall.
Once the wound has been cleaned,
Once the feet cease on this piece of you,
Feed the bleed with air, breathe
And allow the scar to do what it do.
I've seen these scars clear, seems
Like they never disappear, yet slowly
Here we see those edges lighten
And fade.
The travels of your heart wade deep
In the waters waves and with time
These fragments of your body
Lay, flush with your skin and
Then you know the healing happened.
You know you can't resist the scar
And it's dedication to your wholeness.
You know you can't escape the
Lessons of your Oneness
As such, all great beings are trodden upon.
Your back seems strong enough to the gods.
Your blood flows with enough memory,
You've been entrusted with the peeling,
The way skin heals after hurting.
The slow layers that must be shed.
Your cellular structure in the air,
They whisk along your body
And you barely notice they're there
Though you see the scar shrinking.
With the help of my ears,
I hear when your scars rupture and start screaming.
When the microbes in the sky
Disrupt your rise.
When the external environment tries
To hinder the development of new flesh
And at best slows the interconnection of your lives, my eyes also trace these patterns.
These ways I've know you before.
Helplessness calls my name,
Whispers our ancient lore, the oldest scars
Maintain, re-cut deeper than previously known.
The pathways, never stripped, never fully cleaned.
The new bond at times considered weak
And the scab falls off before the scar
Is fully formed.
Before the higher ground also becomes worn
And the surface is prepared yet again.
Lifetimes of sediment settling
To become One.
Again.
Again, we are reborn and those scars
Reappear, unshaken by the dying.
They live. Awakened by our crying,
Our living. Our body's capacity for love.
The falling and the rising,
Your scars telling the story of your heart.
To aide in the healing, the wounds
Are filled with golden bars
And you're welcomed back, home,
Trusting the Guidance of your stars.
Your scars are healing, you might not
Feel the stretching.
The load still overbearing, though these
Scars, from past living, are rising,
Settling, clearing.
Rising and falling, the circles guarantee.
From here, I see, your scars are magnificently placed
For all eyes to witness, your strength,
Your ability, the seed that must be.
Your grace, taught to me through the
Visions of your scars.
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