Where Do I Place Myself

Where do I place myself

when I can no longer see

the ordinary in my day?

How do I explain logic

when truth has grown larger

than what ordinary minds

can comprehend?

My language isn’t meant for all—

yet my heart insists

my words are meant

to be heard.

It’s no wonder

I cannot find rest

away from the essence

that found me—

the essence that rooted itself

so deep within

that separation

is no longer possible.

Love…

in its purest form—

the kind that expands

what reality allows,

the kind that transforms

the ordinary

into revelation.

There Must Be Just Cause

for why I know separation—

an ache imprinted deep

into the center of my soul.

For how could one truly taste joy

without enduring distance

from the very essence of it?

And yet, even in separation,

I feel its proximity—

as close as a breath away.

The eyes of love lift my spirit,

pull me toward the heavens within,

and bring me face-to-face

with the mirror of my Soul.