poetry – my furrowed brow

I don’t even know you’re there

until I feel you.

 

that tightness.

tension that slowly captures

the sides of my eyes,

my jaw, my lips.

 

when I feel these, I

know you’re there.

I have no need to see you

with my eyes,

for you have already captured them.

 

my only response

to the feeling is to ask questions.

you are always so quick to answer.

 

your responses reveal the

growing concerns in my mind.

the rational mind, you say.

 

my heart says these thoughts,

concerns are not rational.

they are borne of fear

of the unknown,

fed by the known.

 

my heart says,

come home.

you are borne of love.

 

in returning home

the mind rests.

it has learned to trust

what the heart knows.

 

the eyes relax.

they trust the wisdom

of what they see when

they close.

 

the jaws relax.

they trust the wisdom

of a body – slowing down

to connect to its life force –

the breath.

 

the lips relax.

they trust the breath –

to come and go, rise and fall –

it’s inherent rhythm.

 

The wisdom of the heart

to be love,

to be trust,

to lead.

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