Sit in one place long enough and youre bound to see water evaporating from puddles right before your eyes. Let your focus drift and you might just catch sight of the vapors gathering as clouds of your own released emotions. I've seen days when the sky looked like a pillowfight, an arena for expression of the unspeakable, in shades of passion and love, of anger and pain, of deep sorrow and of guilt. And I've stood drenched in the street in a downpour of swollen August, after a week of mosquito-infested congestion, riveted to bare feet with the asphalt vibrating chants of quenching thunder,
what took you so long!
Washed naked by the pelting of my own heart's song, I have cried to drowning worms, trickling gutters, to rivulets snaking through my scalp, I have cried myself to reservoirs of peaceful tomorrows, sent blame on a trip downstream oceanbound to be devoured by the great unknown and I have soaked my soul in forgiveness as my liquid of choice.
Stew in your bathtub of guilt long enough and you'll probably notice your fingertips shrivelling, token reminders that it's time to get out, let your blood flow to fill in the cracks where you used to be. All that exists is this island of truth, on which I stand, where I will be long after the plug is pulled and the filth is taken down the dynamo's vortex.
It's not your fault, it's nobody's fault that sometimes we won't reach for the love, even handed to us on a sterling tray.
Surf your feelings long enough and you're bound to crash.
Water is Lord of all that we feel, there is no escaping the power of what delivered us here. I have been testimony to this, taken by a monstrous wave and folded into the nautilus of deafening and embryonic silence. And what gave me the audacity to walk right back into the sea, after dumping the sand from my swimsuit?
Forgiveness.
Forgiveness amplified my faith that I could dive headlong into a tsunami and always break through to the other side. Forgiveness brought on sudden showers in the eyes of friends who thought they had hurt me beyond resolve. There is no such place in me, or in you, for that matter--unless you construct one.
Forgiveness sets you free, any way you look at it. And just as the raindrop returns to the sea, the endless cycle continues.